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歌词
[Verse 1]
Peeping down and in the cut
Coming in with gangsta what?
To back it up this time I be 'cause S.P.V. just ain't enough
Tuck it for it's took away
Panic with no words to say
Silent then come violent wilding
Poking product round my way
Known for burning up the road
Peeling till I'm riding rims
In the cut like seat belts you can't
Find so don't you fuck with them
Deep down in the dirty, heard me?
Get me some and get me out
Balling falling calling hauling ass all
Through the North and South
Pack you up to sit you down
Quick enough to swipe a smile
Drano, cane-o, mastermind be
Truckin' gangsters speaking now
Bumping just to pump it up
Really just to strut my stuff
Meditate to elevate my propaganda just enough
Wasting with the ones who can't
Grew up seeing words they say
Put me with a pack of maniacs I
Might just choose to stay
In the cut forever be
Darker than it was before
This the shit that keep it twice as lit
In and out that hoe, ****
[Verse 2]
Might as well tear it away like the Alamo
Mob with all your heart if you a part of this and mob some more
Take it from the floor to the door represent it straight
Strictly to the fullest 'cause I rule this dirty ground of play
When nobody need it no cases will get pleaded
No faces will get greeted, no wounds will get treated
More izzeye than shizzink more wizzin than lizzean
Your brain just went blizzank
And you bet not blizzank
I thizink go izink
I fight like a jizink
Fly sky on that powder
And ain't had a wizzink
And fly run the rizzink but D.K. went izzo
No more means no more and this boat has been rizzo
If you want some contact Fizzo come be heart attack
With fly my first family while fly aim for gizat
Look here Jack no name calling games
Or no cool chains
I run with Minnie Mae
And the M's in your fizace
Your fizace your fizace
