Reloaded

Yeah, **** know shit from sugar

**** know real from fake, he sins, up, stuck to the ceiling

I'm known to get 'em off, yeah, Big 49, my daddy's son

I'm staying on the scene, I play for keeps, don't play with us

Steppin' in them trenches, no pictures, don't like attention

I'm a demon's seed, they still can't figure out these killings

My bitch a Nina, she a keeper, she skeet everytime I finger tease her

I ran a **** down to my demons, I keep that dog around like Peter

Got a fifty-round drum in the back of that trunk, he pull in, we gettin' him done

My lil' gangsta wanna kill, I gave the word, now he my son

Catch his ho, knocked off her bun, he speak on business, cut his tongue

We fuck **** up for fun, he still breathin'? We ain't done

Yeah, we fuck ****' hoes, I throw my fours up for the four

Just leave the door unlocked, I'm in the trap, my mama know

Still stealin' out the store, a millionaire with shit to lose

These **** pick and choose, I ain't got picks, these **** fruit

I tell a bitch to throw it back, we get pulled over, she stuff her cat

Ross is trappin' in the 9, this bitch doin' jumpin' jacks

Whip that choppa through the house, if you wanna live, better hit that floor

And I'm not trippin' on no ho, I'll feed a bitch a 4-for-4

Yeah, **** know shit from sugar

**** know real from fake, he sins, up, stuck to the ceiling

I'm known to get 'em off, yeah, Big 49, my daddy's son

I'm staying on the scene, I play for keeps, don't play with us

Steppin' in them trenches, no pictures, don't like attention

I'm a demon's seed, they still can't figure out these killings

My bitch a Nina, she a keeper, she skeet everytime I finger tease her

I ran a **** down to my demons, I keep that dog around like Peter, yeah

Catch 'em **** dying, they know not to try us

The only thing I'm runnin' from is sirens

Alright, I'm richer than Lil' Roddy, I still be in the project

My brother play with white like he a Nazi

Alright, Fredo, Fredo Bang bang when you see him

Big 49, he the trapper of the year

I got bitches, make 'em do it by theyself

While I'm still posted at my project on the step

Yeah, yeah, don't say too much when I come through, these **** know the biz

I got her ass and titties done, I damn near bought a bitch

I'm in the 'Vette, 200 dash, I'm doin' savage shit

49 fly bitches to Miami just to kiss they tits

She don't take pills, she want a G6 down her throat, though

I get 'em turnt then put my thumb all in that A-hole

Ain't got no gun, ain't got no case, that's why the case closed

I spent a sixty on this chain, they ain't gon' touch nothin'