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Verse one: {lil ya

Its that nigga of the block call me the hood mac

Down to make some snaps so whats the haps?

Do I need the strap?

Will somebody give me a extra clip?

Cuz Im a need it if these niggas try to trip

They might even try some of that funny shit

If they do, they fuckin wig Im a split

Im a get my point across cuz Im the boss

Walkin with my mossed bird, double barrel sawed off pump

With some soldiers behind me called the black connection

Bet you bottom dollar we be tighter then some bird fly

You bests to run if you gun is on safety

Be handy with the steel if you ever try to face me

Nigga dont you miss because if you do Im a retaliate

And before ya shut yo head and fuckin face

Dont get mad because yo tot your k from the city

Lil ya fasho just call me the frank nitty

Takin no pity leavin yo city destroyed

Bustin down yo door to take your coke and all yo boy

Then I leave the scenery my pockets full of greenery

Blood on my back and no more bullets in my mac

Watch yo back nigga

Chorus: {tec-9/yella boy/lil ya

Parley is cool and ok

But I rather chill and hussle

I break it to them easy fit the pieces to the puzzle

Parley is cool and ok

But I rather chill and hussle

Nigga we got dem flippers for that ass

{2x

Verse two: {yella boy

Like black and moe I got this shit sold

Cock diesel by my side another homicide

Im back up on the scenery ya bitch you

Im from the third u. n. l. v. who the hell are you?

Now if you think you can beat me to the draw faw?

Try yo luck, because Im a mover in the u-haul

Yo ass in trouble, when I plot and get there on the double

Aint nothin shakin, when the real nigga hit the block

Fully auto amo aimin at you non stop

Slickie grease I got yo draws down

Im pased once, Im comin back around to act a clown

No freakin out because Im used to this bloody streak

Everyday and all night I keep my heat

Dont give a fuck I play it real as it fuckin go

I aint no hoe I spin the bin lettin bullets flow

Now can you coke with the gate like scope, nope

I aint no joke see Im straight downin folks

Im on the real with the bill fifty loc song

I put my stop to all you wanna bees instantly

Then I vanish hangin with the spanish

Im ducked off Ill be right back at you

Im here to stay now bitch you like a statue

Ya see Im dumpin bullets if you try to disrespect my set

I beat Ill leave yo ass wet, because Im in a affect

With the mag ninety, spittin at you and yo crew

Comin to down you, quickly tryna get rid of you

I catch a drain put yo ass in pain

Fuckin with the yella another unsolved slang

I come to buck you down because Im a fuckin clown

The black is in a position that its supposed to be in

As I spin the bin once again

Chorus: {2x

Verse three:{tec-9

Niggas I got that flipper bigger den the big dipper

We blowin up slangin this motherfuckin gangsta shit

We be rockin up slab have the money in my hood

Keep it good, protect the money that you make

You bitch niggas cant fade what we put together

No matter the weather I be ridin around with

That four-four in my leather

Two extra clips to make sure yo bitch ass flips

So catch the cut

Nigga whats happenin with all that gafflin

Get ready for strappin because you know

Im bout that action daddy ok today

I take a ride with my ak

Somebody don ratted out my rock shop

And told the cops my chillin spot

Where I hang at my reservation

Jeopardizin my probation

But I got to hussle to keep my shit tight right?

If it means I have to walk the streets all

Motherfuckin night all my hommies are out

Enjoyin there selves (where you at tec-9)

Im slangin rocks in the motherfuckin meplh

Now lets elevate a take it to another level

Work it off the beeper flowin from my nigga keith

Use the code that I give you hit me Im a hit you

Now picture me ballin the emenies around me

Waitin for me to go down

Player haters are created by the hour

Dope deal gone sour

Replace the yae with the flour

Break a quarter key down I cant fuck with that

Give a nigga ounce of that furl and I can fuck with that

I would love to go out and parley with my homies

Today but I gots to pay bills and tomorrows the first man

Chorus: {2x

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