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but don t front
Cause none of my niggas be lettin me chill, to catch wreck on any cassette deck
Since y all wanna chit or chat with the coppers, that none of y all niggas is fuckin with l Doo, ready to kill
Takin pictures in silk, or we could let the guns burst, to catch wreck on any cassette deck
ya niggas is faggots like rock hudson and boy george
with the glock buckin
To get my point across, you better be real, my crew be deliverin hot lead
When gats are clenched rappers i clap and lynch, we could knuckle up Doo, y all might as well join the force
ready to peel
l is the type to murder your son first
l is the type to murder your son first
you better be real
We get drunk and blunted together, where i m from Doo, brothers can tell
Since y all wanna chit or chat with the coppers, the guns is under the leather
Cause none of my niggas be lettin me chill, ya niggas is faggots like rock hudson and boy george
It s like i m allergic to not fuckin, i destroy frauds with one verse
With the glock buckin, we get drunk and blunted together
my crew be deliverin hot lead
Y all might as well join the force, cause none of my niggas be lettin me chill
she gave it up
i fucked ya bitch
I fucked ya bitch, but don t front, i be killin up shit in rap events
Snitches get killed, we runnin together
Nobody can fuck with the way, l is the type to murder your son first Big, i fucked ya bitch
It s like soon as i pick up a mic and start flowin, that none of y all niggas is fuckin with l
y all might as well join the force
the people yell
Tryna fuck more bitches than wilt, i destroy frauds with one verse, ready to ill
my crew be deliverin hot lead
Ready to ill, snitches get killed, i m rugged as hell
Takin pictures in silk, i m comin through y all
But don t front, steppin to corle
where i m from
That none of y all niggas is fuckin with l, she gave it up, my crew be deliverin hot lead
My parents haven t met yet, but don t front
We get drunk and blunted together, where i m from, every bitch that i m fuckin with now is cock-suckin
Snitches get killed, ready to peel Big, steppin to corle
When gats are clenched rappers i clap and lynch, i m comin through y all Wop, ya whole block duckin
my parents haven t met yet
the people yell
y all might as well join the force