[Intro]
Yeah!
Mmhmm
Can you muthafuckers even here me?
Can you niggas hear me on this muthafucka, nigga, cuz it seem like for the last ten years ain't nobody been listenin
Mm
[Verse 1]
They never told me about these [thieves?] and these bullets I'd be duckin
Just these bitches that be up in my face and the [smokers?] to get to bluffin
Nigga, tell me that ain't somethin when you eleven years old...
And all a nigga ever witness is body baggin and toe-taggin toes
It's the monsters in the dark...
That made a nigga the way I am
I'm [on Michael Jackson's thriller?], nigga no time for Sam I Am
Eat up the green eggs n' ham and scram...
Out the back do'
Might hit a [switch knot?] with that bitch and [yo trap ho?]
And I'm that nigga that's out the [deck?] and quick to hit ya
Leave ya froze, body cold, you gets the picture
[?] how to get ya when this slug gets to lettin loose
Pass the heat to the homie and Blood gets to lettin loose
Muthafucka, ain't no SouthEast gang truths
Smashin on nigga with a nine, homeboy fuck a deuce deuce
But if you a real nigga, you gon' [conquer?] what you got...
Back on the block with the Glocks that pop and muthafuckin bodies drop
Shoot for the face
Yeah!
Mmhmm
Can you muthafuckers even here me?
Can you niggas hear me on this muthafucka, nigga, cuz it seem like for the last ten years ain't nobody been listenin
Mm
[Verse 1]
They never told me about these [thieves?] and these bullets I'd be duckin
Just these bitches that be up in my face and the [smokers?] to get to bluffin
Nigga, tell me that ain't somethin when you eleven years old...
And all a nigga ever witness is body baggin and toe-taggin toes
It's the monsters in the dark...
That made a nigga the way I am
I'm [on Michael Jackson's thriller?], nigga no time for Sam I Am
Eat up the green eggs n' ham and scram...
Out the back do'
Might hit a [switch knot?] with that bitch and [yo trap ho?]
And I'm that nigga that's out the [deck?] and quick to hit ya
Leave ya froze, body cold, you gets the picture
[?] how to get ya when this slug gets to lettin loose
Pass the heat to the homie and Blood gets to lettin loose
Muthafucka, ain't no SouthEast gang truths
Smashin on nigga with a nine, homeboy fuck a deuce deuce
But if you a real nigga, you gon' [conquer?] what you got...
Back on the block with the Glocks that pop and muthafuckin bodies drop
Shoot for the face
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