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[Slay Sean]How many wanna play now? It get dark wit the shadesdown, you know Slay and Black paid nowNiggas, see we be thugged out, 2 deepMuthafuckas betta stay out the way now, that foolishnessI`m tellin you yo crew could get hit wit dem tools and clipsFuck who you get, you and that fool you wit, gone get yo wig splitBlack guns, me and my doggs clap guns, don`t be thinkin we jus rappinYou saw what would happen, gun blastinSqueezin off til I`m the last one[hook] 2xYou gone ride - Take It OutsideYou gone die - Take It OutsideYou gone cry - Take It OutsideTake It Outside, Take It Outside[C-Murder]Now if you wanna ride or die, then trybut let me get high so that my mind can flyBecause I`m just that kinda guy, people wonder whyI`m so violent, because the N.L. move in silentin other words, I creep creep, put you to sleep sleep187 will be yo last beep beepI bring that N.O. heat heat, to the streeetstoe tag yo feet, yo feetI treat ya like a prostitute, and fuck ya upA roughneck nigga that`ll ruff ya upLike a quick car wash, I`ll touch ya upCause I look at ya`ll like sittin ducksBoy don`t you understand that I`m the manwit the plan, wit beacoup benjamins and alotta ghetto fansAt first you was tellin me to keep it trillBut now they know T-R-U is realOne hundred and eighty seven percentI remember when my pockes were full of lentAll my real niggas like next to kinSo testin me is like testin them, now what!I guess it`s buck ya`ll timeI guess it`s time for the second lineMy last cd was "Trapped in Crime"so you already know what`s on my mind[hook][Black Felon]What WhatSay I had 16 barsHow many muthafuckas can drive 16 carsGo up in the club, thuggin, and pull 16 broadsTake em home, and fuck em all in 16 minutes(haha they don`t know)Muthafuckas you aint heard of me, Alotta them niggasfrom Desire be, on the side of N-O L-I-M-I-Tor T-R-U, wit Slay Sean and C, peep game dudewho can spit it better than me?Ever seen a nigga chest blown (chest blown)Eventhough he gotta vest on (vest on)Nigga walk up to yo dogg witta dress onand start spittin some shit, that`ll split you at thechest bone (chest bone)You fuckin wit the wrong clickWe gotta army of niggas who don`t give a fuck who urun wit bitch, get cha wig splitThink it`s a game, but it aint, Black Felon, SlaySean, and CBustin on some of that T-R-U shit[hook][Traci]Nigga take it outside, I was born to representTru niggas gotta keep it thugged to roll wit this chickCatch me in the cut, G` Nikes, bandana`d upMean mug on my grill, Like I dont give a fuckWho want what, they get stuckI don`t play around, in the back akin buck wit bothArms up, and around my hand, Tru Records wristbandunderstand the game cold but got colder when it met meI came to put it down, put ya face where ya chest beAnd I don`t run, it`s the same place where you met meSlay Sean, Black, and C my click, so don`t sweat meI get up in yo face, nigga, so don`t test meHard to get at me, but try ya luckI make niggas stutter and I leave em stuckWhen this track come on, watch em all get buckTraci just represented is you warin or what?[hook]

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