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Bitch Suck my dick, nigga, OGz (fuck everybody) Niggas be cap rappin' (cap rappin) Like we ain't really put niggas through it (put niggas through it) Niggas got robbed and cried, and tryna make disses Suck my dick nigga, uh (Uh huh honey) Division Baow, baow, baow-baow-baow Ayo Pj, what the fuck we on, bro? (Twenty four is the goat) These niggas know what the fuck is up, bro (uhh) Grrah-grrah, boom-boom-boom (bitch), boom-boom-boom (uh-uh-uh) Everything dead (uh-uh-uh, everything dead) (Grrah, grrah, boom) When we catch Lee Drilly, we gon' do him bad (grrah, grrah) Set da trend, niggas smokin' your dad (baow, baow) Ayo Dthang, I heard you a fag Bando got shot, and he still ain't get back And y'all still on EA dick (EA Dick) Don't even matter, Rah still in my spliff (in my spliff) Why they mad that we smokin' on Nick? (boom, boom, boom) OMBk, man, we smokin' on Boomer Yus Gz, you a bum, and your drip no good (no good) Don't forget you almost died in your hood When I catch CBlu, you better let it rip (let it rip) Or if not, Monterey lost a crip Walk down gang (grrah), blow your bitch a kiss (grrah) Ayo Rita, I heard she a miss (gang-gang-gang) Ayo Reelo, why you ran Rick? (gang-gang-gang) Maybe you the reason Matt got spliffed Like I'm tired of the dissin', its time to suit up We could link up and ball out You got robbed for your shit, and you cried like a bitch When I catch you, I'm letting it all out (lettin' it all out) How you speak on my name? Lil nigga, I made you That backdoor was open, it hurt when I stained you Shit that you rappin', we know that it ain't you (huh) Nas you got got, how the fuck that shit change you? Four Sev, Four third, Five first, suck dick Woo, Woo 'cause I don't bop, be in my spliff Jay spot when shh, cause shh got hit Best friends, they ain't make no trips Niggas caught up with J Lotti, wish you would have been a body Bussin' off these perks, got me feelin' like a giant If the 4's droppin' O's I don't recommend you try it And ya diss? By the night, guarantee a nigga dyin' Stupid nigga died on his trip tryna spin Stupid nigga died in the club tryna front Stupid nigga died, he got shot in his brim Stupid nigga died, he got packed in his hood You be movin' like a opp? Cause I really hurt opps Put my trust in my gun every time I spin blocks Nigga Ape got stomped, when we put him in the sky Niggas don't got hearts, when he died, they ain't slide (Bitch) (OGz)
Writer(s): Wockhardt Wockhardt, Pj Glizzy Pj Glizzy, Sammys Diaz, Nemo Nemo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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