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Everybody with the action 'Til you hear this shit go and a situation happen Shit get painful like a pregnant pussy with contractions Every bitch'll get to screamin' every nigga (Jahill Beats holla at me, ah) Get to blackin' You can rep it, nigga, throw it up (throw it up) Or get to steppin' 'fore these bullets catch you showin' out Threw 'em to the lions, nigga, fold 'em up Or get to throw 'em in the fire, nigga, blow 'em up How could you ever imagine I'll still get two And then flatten shit after all of these years And make these niggas sick of My sniper, heat seekers'll find you while I give friendly reminders See, the kid kind of get colder than the winter shiver Shatter, eat that (huh) Got to give it to her, she need that (ah) Got 'em thirsty in the hood, they need crack Rolls Royce Wraith, seat back (turn up for 'em) Shawty, you could throw yo' hand up, all of my niggas just standin' Mami, turn yo' ass around and make him want it from ya You know I only come to bat if everything'll make you man up Concocting another bomb to come and drop it on ya Bitch, I'm a different kind I'm suggestin' that you stand on a different line (different line) Richard Millie, I'm livin' in a different time The fuck you think, I'm only here to take what's mine? (Mine) Wave the banner on 'em (Conglomerate) We always ready to pose on the camera for 'em (flick it up) Say they love the way we be droppin' them bangers on 'em They here to front so we can cock them hammers on 'em Hold up, who is you, nigga? You know what I'ma do to you, nigga? Let's go Like Nas said, I'm 'bout to half-time her (mm-mm) Instead, I think I'm 'bout to flatline her We 'bout to flatline a nigga I'm 'bout to flatline her (uh-huh) We incarnate niggas, baptize 'em, now (Get 'em) Shatter, eat that (huh), got to give it to her, she need that (ah) Got 'em thirsty in the hood, they need crack Rolls Royce Wraith, seat back (turn up for 'em) Who is you, nigga? You know what I'ma do to you, nigga? Let's go (ah) Now throw it up, my nigga, rep your hood You know we always try to get it while the getting's good Bitch, you wouldn't have said it, well, I wish you would The energy is so kinetic, I know you wish you could We tryna tell 'em, relax We only be dealin' with facts and see I be makin' reactor niggas dead already (kill him) See, I could never really tame 'em but I be tryna change 'em Regardless I always claim 'em 'cause we blessed already (huh) Yeah, Don Dada, with a holy por nigga, top shotta (Yac) Dem a kick ya inna ya face like dem a playin' soccer I'll take 'way all ya bread like dem a bank robber (hold it) Now you see how we be movin' See, I don't know what your provin' Could give a fuck what you're doin', nigga, put your hand up Fuck the type of drug you're usin', you nigga always been losin' And then the shit be so amusin', lyin' nigga, stand up See how we launch another missile, nigga? Shit could never more official, nigga Flatline them artificial niggas And brand them niggas all with my initials, nigga Bitch, we 'bout to bend the corner (bend it) Peel off in a 'Rari 'til we cross the border (pyoom) I make shit happen 'til I need a water (fire) Only two questions 'fore we make 'em follow orders Who is you, nigga? You know what I'ma do to you, nigga? Let's go Like Nas said, I'm 'bout to half-time her (mm-mm) Instead of thinkin' 'bout the flatline her We 'bout to flatline a nigga I'm 'bout to flatline her (uh-huh) We incarnate niggas, baptize 'em, now (get 'em) Shatter, eat that (huh), got to give it to her, she need that (ah) Got 'em thirsty in the hood, they need crack Rolls Royce Wraith, seat back (turn up for 'em) Who is you, nigga? You know what I'ma do to you, nigga? Let's go
Writer(s): Trevor Smith, Orlando Tucker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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