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" How the fuck you hate on that And you was tryin' to get a song with 'em Now your friend, acting like Like like you don't even get along with 'em You seen us in the booth with 'em You mad just cause we cool with 'em?Hating ass, bitter niggas Fuck is we gon' do with 'em You mad cause we just cool with niggas?Don't talk my language I’m king shitting on yo bitch Southpaw and we in the gym Tryna be a baller? Yo Trel let a nigga hit him with a ratchet Big U let a nigga get some matches I'ma torch the building this La Familia Pull up and spin a nigga backwards Light it up, smoke a nigga like a Backwood (Gotta channel DMX) Coming through with my dogs (grrrrrr) That chopper going through walls This beef shit? Pull up bangin' that Meek shit That monster truck pull up side of that Benz?End up like Flip in "Above The Rim" You too small like Smeagol I’m swatting the mosquito I’ll put you under the earth now it’s a garden on your tombstone You shit stain teenagers, barely teething on hundos I'll hold you like the slave you are, all my whips mayo You from Illinois? (Niggas ain't saying nothin') Choppers aimed at yo whip, nigga!] Done pimped more bitches than Don Juan I'm pimping right now while the song's on My bitches don't play, them 30's on My niggas don't play, our arm is long Feeling like Jordan nigga, this our song 23 hour shifts all night long Y'all regular niggas act like shones That 40 cal gon' take him away Like a landlord I put him in place Nigga dead from a pole off the waist Seperate his head from the front of his face Take his legs, turn them under his waist Bitch ass feds tryna build a case Lookin' ass niggas, I'll give 'em DNA I fuck your wife and I nut in your face [Verse 15: Timmy D] Everybody who I'm with Strapped down with AR's and mack First nigga get outta line Get mopped up with this thirty clip Niggas talkin' this world shit When I see niggas we sayin' shit We the same niggas, no fuck boys Smoke a lotta good, we makin' noise BBG nigga, we the winning team Nigga and I touched a lotta green And I fucked a lotta hoes You niggas don't do it how we do it 36 oh, that's a brick nigga And the claims are coming like Wal-Mart Yo, Spook and me writing from the start We don't care what's happnin' just know we clappin When the tappin' is with the action All my niggas they shoot us, nigga All my niggas we move, nigga Fuck around with y'all ho niggas [inaudible] in your trees, nigga Surfed up, we ain't done Perked up and I'm racked up Summertime, we gon' strap up [Verse 16: Muga Meech] Back block, we don't fuck around (we don't) Free baby 'fore the touch down Backed in, bitch would let me fuck Got me all up in them guts now Imma fuck a bitch, where them licks at Dawg gotta stick, we gon' hit that And we bringin' around pounds like a Kit-Kat Probably be there 'fore we get back I bomb shit, no TNT We checking shit, say CNP What's on my grind, that's all the time Got a Meech on the sides that's satisfied Bitch all you got was Dennis Rod Them days in the [inaudible] All them shootoffs we done survive Flow [inaudible] [inaudible] Damn my niggas, they down to ride Come at me, that's a homicide Come a nigga bullet he fishin' for the ride Got money, power, enemy 'spect [inaudible], when I roll the dice Me and Quaddy Goon tryna talk about life When I be on the lean, he checks with a Sprite [Verse 17: Quaddy Goon] Man, y'all never get me on shit like I can't rap Hey, yo, cut the fucking beat back on before Spook get back Qu-Qu-Quaddy Goon's up in the mix I'm bustin tracks, I'm getting licks Any problem I'm coming over They coming through, they drilling shit Text your bitch, she coming through She coming through, she sucking dick Suck my dick so good, I'm like "God damn, you dirty bitch You dirty bitch, you dirty bitch" Ho you never even heard this Young nigga, spitting bars And I hop on tracks, I be hurting shit Ho you don't even know me Ho you don't even know Spook Ride around in that Challenger Turn up in that coupe Getting money, fucking bitches That's just what we do You already know the team BBG my crew!Have you seen the ads where a popular celebrity touts DIRECTV on his own behalf and as the Painfully Awkward, Overly Paranoid, or Crazy Hairy version of himself?C Hear a lot of Me and see GG I’m the big dog I’m ringing off Like Mambo Sauce on a 3 Piece “Glizzy, Why you ain’t D. Rock and word on the streets is that they done let Bobby out Be strapped at the mall, strapped at the studio, you better be strapped at your momma house When Montana hoppin' out, hollow tips poppin' out I caught his ass takin' the garbage out Moment of silence, text messages sent around my city, the moment they find it out Black on black everything We own black everything That's the motto when we ridin' out The ratchets stay on me, just know I was all me, whenever if ever you saw me out Been playin' with iron, since the age of nine Shoutout to my daddy he taught me how My dad was a killer, my mom was an addict, a nigga grew up in a slaughterhouse I am the one that they talk about I am so cold that you might have to Thaw me out That money be callin', I won't stop ballin', now I am up next like Jabari now See niggas was sleepin' on me, but I just woke them up and they sayin' they sorry now?

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I I'm in east New York where them things bump If a nigga die we don't talk, shh That's Brooklyn nigga Them TEC-9s'll cook a nigga Turn his brains into pudding nigga I'm not a killer but don't push a nigga I swear to god I will pull it nigga Middle finger to them lookin' niggas You say you got shooters on the roof Well I got shooters in the bushes nigga Never ever been a pussy type But I know a lot of pussy dykes Your shit's trash, you can't rap And the engineer should've took your mic You ain't a thug, you the mushy type Fall in love and be hooked for life You the type that'll kill your bitch If she tried to leave and get booked for life I'm really a calm nigga but the niggas round me is really rowdy I'm the type if I don't fuck with you Don't come near me, don't come around me This loud pack that we smokin' on Got the whole car lookin' really cloudy I'm riding 'round in that white Chevy but my next whip is that black Audi It's Brooklyn nigga, that's King's County Niggas hate, don't know a thing about me Only real niggas I bring around me Fuck your foriegns, I rock Jordans With a tank top and a Jesus piece That flashy shit you niggas wearing really don't mean shit to me I got young boys that'll rob you For your ACs and credit cards too With that 380 it ain't hard to So cooperate or they sparkin' you I was born alone, I'ma die alone Fuck friends I don't need any I love money, I get money I got money and I got plenty Mr Hayes, when they let you out I'm right there with them weapons out You a fake blood, a disloyal nigga And they gone have to bring them stretchers out Cause I'm not playing 20 shots, pussy clot to your chest nigga You killed my brother now you rest nigga Naw, fuck that, I got more to say I know these hoes ain't loyal Motherfucker I wasn't born today Fuck M. [Interlude: BB Spook] Yeah, BBG, nigga This ain't no muthafuckin' Chiraq, nigga We got a lot of stats And we got a lot of catch, nigga And we catch a lot of rack, nigga BBG [Verse 3: BB Spook] BBG the team Of course I'm the fucking captain Every time I turn around I'm hearing shit about niggas chappin' Everybody know damn well You a fucking fraud, that nigga acting Everybody know damn well My brother shoots, we do the clappin' A couple months ago (damn) Everything was fucking cool Now you see us, in the mix We killing shit, making moves Getting money, busting Glocks Nothing you can fucking tell us Hating all on Instagram My bitch is like, "He fucking jealous!Niggas talking all that fuck shit, tough shit Put a nigga on like Trukfit I know Lil Wayne, I know Lil Reese I know Lil Herb, I know Lil Keef I know Lil Boosie, that nigga free like this ass whooping Come fuck with me, I got hands, I got bands Got damn I am what I am .45 go blam with no jam Bring a nigga Vietnam, let's go ham Niggas runnin' out of ham, let's go spam Nigga dip through your set like Killa Cam I'm talkin' to the man, with no fans This is a DM with no gram Ridin' through the Chi, ain't ever seen Oprah Hit a 300 with my little nigga Sosa Brown paper bag, sippin' on a Four Loko Nigga get love, I ain't talkin' 'bout The Notebook Niggas got killers out here, west side, they feel us out here Like Weasel and Chicago, realest out here Old man and the capitol hill is out here On the low end, all my BD niggas bring the dope in BD twins locked up in the feds and my nigga Bump J, hold your head If you getting money nigga hold your bread Rock my Pelle P like L. " Got more niggas in the Chi than Jay (Chi than Jay) I might be more Chi Town than Ye' (Chi Town than Ye') I'm on the low end with my nigga Parkay (with my nigga Parkay) And he A GD, but it's free Bump J 4CH but I'm like Barksdale in this Shark Tale OG like a car sale Chopper spins, you do cartwheels Lil Durk under a lil dirt (And nobody knows you) Dis ain't what they want!(Nobody knows you) (Bitch I thought that was Future's song!] in jail Droppin' mixtapes, but they all fail Like Rogaine, we in here Life's a bitch and it ain't fair Grinding while I'm shining Got bars like Verizon That's everything I put my mind in Man, listen (yo!) Fuck the competition, I'm the opposite I'm feeling like I'm 'bout to go berserk on you niggas No diss track but the only bars you drop is the ones that I see on Twitter, my nigga Dwayne be the best and I already know We got famous because of these loopholes Keep it 100, you keep it 50-50 Talking 'bout my girl, I'll be the inner jiffy "Headshot" is just rough sex "Warning Shot" was just a quickie You notice that I'm the king now You my prince now, you my Little Jimmy Wish a nigga would like Timmy Turner The beat was hot, I put it in the furnace Had to school these kids, they wasn't learning After the headshots, and that's picture perfect (Perfect!

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