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When will I see your face again? But
When I got my pistol in my hand, cause
You the one that's waitin' on me
You the one that's hatin' on me
You the one put Satan on me
You the one put Satan on me
Can you rock that shit? (I can rock that shit)
This how they rock that shit (That's how they rock they shit?)
Well how you rock that shit? (I rock my shit like this)
This how we rock our shit (Well then rock that bitch)
I'ma rock that, hop that, pop that baloon
Ya head is too thick for ya shouldas boom
It's ova, it ain't good to know ya
Don't make me search the whole fuckin' hood for ya
Can't even hide out, rats can't escape the trap
Don't make us wild out with bats and gats who make gacks
They all see thru, don't let the mind's eye peep you
Dig this, spollus of holes, it ain't nuttin' peaceful
It's on like foreva, I ain't foolin' wit 'cha
I die neva, I'm in ya future nigga
All y'all can get it dawg fuck who is with 'cha
That's the game, there's a winna and a losea nigga
How can I make you undastand?
How can I kill anotha man?
Blood's on my hands
Ballas envy
I see the animosity
In your eyes
Enemies plan for my demise
I'm gonna fly into the skies
And when I die the time will rise
Yo, yo, I rock that shit, whether rap shit or crack shit
Masta that shit, serve that shit
Raw, never whip my shit with the blood of creed
CD or BD, vice lore rock that shit for me
Gangbang or crackslang
Do yo thang whatever it is just let yo nuts hang
Swerve with me, smoke some herb with me
Ya shot up in a suburban with me, that's a perb with me
And that's how real it'll be
When you rollin' through my city with me
Cause niggas be straight up hatin' on me
A G, I'm neva fakin' the beat
Get some cokey on a flake and bake a cookie wit me
Bake a cookie wit me
Bake a cookie wit me
Get some cokey on a flake and bake a cookie wit me
I rock that acid rap shit
That quick to bust a cap shit
That get outta line, smack you up shit, quick bitch
I rock that shit hard
When I don't need no fuckin' guitar
No weapon needed, I run you over, my exotic sports car
Ghetto supastar
Undaground massa
When I finished whippin' on yo ass, do you know who did this to you? is all they fuckin' ask ya
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