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I'm tired of smokin' on Chucky, we need a new strand We hit they blocks from both ways, that nigga put up his hands
I caught five in the jails, hit him with a choke slam I woulda scored my first drill, but my gun jammed I de-cocked and kept rollin', but that nigga ran
187 Dream Team, bitch, my feet on land They got my brothers fightin' bodies, free em out that can We ride with dracs and A.R.P.'s, I'm tryna lay a man
You can't talk that bippin' shit if you ain't hit shit on tape Four niggas hoppin' out, blitzing', that's a gang rape He tripped and fell, you shoulda saw them bullets eat his face

I'm with the takers, don't slip, cause they gon' take you safe And I don't wanna talk about the last one, man, they did him bad Baby hopped out with the yoppa left his mom sad
The cops can't catch us in no strikers, you know we ridin' fast Fuck gettin' back, we gettin' over, I want the last laugh
And we ain't shootin' from no cars, we hoppin' out on feet He died stoppin' at that light, they left him on that seat We the ones that strikin' in the bitty, takin' all them Jeeps We the ones that strikin' in the bitty, takin' all them Jeeps
Them hollows hit him, made him buck, he start breakdancin' I'm suiting up, it's wartime, I got my Drac hangin

Them hollows hit him, made him buck, he start breakdancin' I'm suiting up, it's wartime, I got my Drac hangin
Give me the word, we gon' purge and gon' clear they set That nigga popped that killer shit but got put to rest
YWN just put it up and we gon' clear that check And we ain't got no bench players cause all my niggas step
They can't guard me, bitch, I'm stopping with this fully man You get up on him with that button, it l shoot like a fan

They put the check up on his head, they got him in his man I just came home, they had me fightin' cases in a can