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I'd be a stupid if I'm stuck in his pot
I ain't waitin' to see what nigga out love me or not
I say, I hate em from a distance and they scopin' my
But diamonds even cost me M-R and cars on my deck

And I can vision people sayin' I'm wrong
But I rather his than my momma singin' that song
Besides chickens gon' be and ducks gonna be ducks
And I'm all guerrilla that love playin' them cuts

I'ma attached to the streets, those in the pens
problems wit ol' tymers that did ten
And this bitch head still been in the case
But he man enough to leave a real one in the face

And to you 4-6 and 8 bitches wit TV
You my living quarters, wanna see me sank
But I got news for everyone of
I know who yah is, I won't be satisfied until I go in yah crib

Whatcha scared for? Don't get spooked
You was a bad mother at first stunt too
Lookin' fed up so me and Wheezy, we through
And who sides yappin' we gon' punish em too

Whatcha getting for? Don't get spooked
You was a bad mother fucker at stunt too
Lookin' fed up so me and Wheezy, we through
And who ever sides yappin' we gon' 'em too

Armed and dangerous, rich and famous, young and
Guns and stretcha's, and dubs for breakfast
I got one suggestion, ask yah test em, this 'cuz get hectic
Send one your son's intestines
Lock, snock lung through

If the portrait, piled up on porches, it won't be gorgeous
Ride the torch, scorchin', ready to blaze
in me ways, kidnap your car for 70 days
And let it be said, Grove's the home of a soldier

And if a nigga breathe wrong than over
I never love ya, my slug ya
If you kept on wit the squad
Put the coward's by his thighs, nothin' survives

And as far as the coke, 20 bricks and supply
And as far as the dope, chips come and say, "Hi"
Drop 3-2 roll, all black, buttons and shyer, I don't you, hoe
my dick, cum in yah eyes, what?

Whatcha getting for? Don't get spooked
You was a bad fucker at first stunt too
Lookin' fed up so me and Wheezy, we comin'
And who ever sides we gon' punish 'em too

Nigga c'mon, you love us
Bumpin' of humma's
as thugga's, we who be
Think that coward's busta's

Why we hustlin' in sleep
We be in powder smuggle by the doubles every week
And if one of them run up try to knock him off his feet
The brotha is Wheezy, it or leave me

Gats hug it and it
Crack, bundle it
Run it wit these n' murderers, crooks and
Yah test mine I it to yah chest 6 times

I believe in me and my family 'cuz niggas is
leave you slanted, thugged out wit a conspiracy charge
All pussy ain't the pussy money and drugs
I'm dickin' bitches trial and I'm the jury and judge

I make I separate it, though I hate when I love
Its me, cash money millionaires that wackin' the plug
Lil Wheezy, I'm laid back up in the cut if yah need me
Its believe me

Whatcha getting scared for? get spooked
You was a bad mother fucker at first too
Lookin' fed up so me and we comin' through
And who ever sides we gon' punish em too