
Curtis Jackson Ralfy the Plug & ItsManMan
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[Intro]
(Duse makin' slaps, true)
[Chorus: ItsManMan]
Curtis Jackson sittin' in the chop, you know what that mean
Half hundiddy, turn your gang into a track team
Drum stick'll leave him laid out, now he a flat wing
He threw an elbow and caught a shell, I'm makin' mac and cheese
Bullets flyin' past that nigga head, he got a bald fade
I just knocked his lights out and it was broad day
Ridin' 'round with a .44, the sticks ain't our age
You think shit a game, don't press my buttons, this ain't no arcade
[Verse 1: ItsManMan]
I'll punch a nigga with that metal, Mortal Kombat
Your baby mama out here givin' bop, tellin' bobcat
Peepin' out this nigga background, finna find that
Bro from Baghdad, only need weed and he gon' bomb that
How the fuck you do it in eight months? Shit ain't [?] nothin' to me
.40 with Shaneyney like missionary, 'cause it's underneath
Caught him freestylin' and wrapped him up, like find another beat
I'll throw him in that water and lеave him missin' like the submarinе
This had come with a flash and make you dance like a disco
This chopper Uber, catch him out, I'm finna lift bro
For them bars, I'm 'bout to put him under like a limbo
Man, fuck it, he an outsider, kill him indoor
(Duse makin' slaps, true)
[Chorus: ItsManMan]
Curtis Jackson sittin' in the chop, you know what that mean
Half hundiddy, turn your gang into a track team
Drum stick'll leave him laid out, now he a flat wing
He threw an elbow and caught a shell, I'm makin' mac and cheese
Bullets flyin' past that nigga head, he got a bald fade
I just knocked his lights out and it was broad day
Ridin' 'round with a .44, the sticks ain't our age
You think shit a game, don't press my buttons, this ain't no arcade
[Verse 1: ItsManMan]
I'll punch a nigga with that metal, Mortal Kombat
Your baby mama out here givin' bop, tellin' bobcat
Peepin' out this nigga background, finna find that
Bro from Baghdad, only need weed and he gon' bomb that
How the fuck you do it in eight months? Shit ain't [?] nothin' to me
.40 with Shaneyney like missionary, 'cause it's underneath
Caught him freestylin' and wrapped him up, like find another beat
I'll throw him in that water and lеave him missin' like the submarinе
This had come with a flash and make you dance like a disco
This chopper Uber, catch him out, I'm finna lift bro
For them bars, I'm 'bout to put him under like a limbo
Man, fuck it, he an outsider, kill him indoor
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