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[Mr. Lucci]See recongize my niggaz we pullin triggas & knockin em offwhen a nigga talkin the south44`s steady droppin em offwe makin sho that we aint takin no loss and for them niggaz who keep on comin acrossthey cant fade wit a nigga I pausethe ass and leg arm and head I rush a nigga like a swarm of fed pencil whoopin til my palms is redplace bombs in beds the bitch niggaz who gone be scaredfuck the dumb shit I`m gone numb shitin some red rum shit wit my crook niggazall these niggaz talkin nonsense while my drum click is unconciousfor now own many functions when I get the punchin stopmin wigsplit slug hittin in a rythum I aint spittin and I aint quittin betta get the gettincuz I aint kiddin im heatin like a mitten in every thing I`m dealin im sendin a message to hoes everytime the hoes come you get it crooked you fuckin with a crook who be off the hook and I dont believe you dont wanna watch me cooknow gone take a look and freeze yeah I`m the nigga that cheeseall up on the streets where you be I be in a matter of three lookin for beef blazin a b while I`m holdin my peepsyou betta call the priest that I done siezed the lease99 percent of each head nigga I reachwhen I sweep my d deep knockin out teeth for releasing the beatnow gone keep me off the leashi make everybody say please including the police I dropped my hinnisee you find it up on the beachbeen gone for four weeks dont wake him up he sleepanother mystery performed by lucciChorus 2x:Nigga we stay liftedall yal niggaz in the bitch betta run from usnigga we stay twistedall yal niggaz in the bitch wit them guns that bustyou nigga cant hold usall yal niggaz in the bitch betta duck and hidecrook niggaz throw bouldasall yal niggaz in the bitch who love to ride[Mr. Pookie]this goes out to all my hoes knockin down doorsnigga tried to fade a crook came up shortplaya let that be a lesson to you and a blessin to youdon`t you ever try that shit no moand restrain your ho because I refused the bitchyou betta come again and I`m gone smooth the tipguess you nigga gotta get used to thiscomin around finna smother you niggazlike a fat bam boos ya bitch you all new to thisnow tell me what the hell was the front formatta fact I dont give a got damn fuck youand the punk ass label that you out foryou nigga never get a rap quoteless known tryin test your minds with a crook playa right heretest to find we the greatest out hereclose your mind we buckin niggaz in the earplaya we stay lifted leavin you nigga thisand tryin to match a sound with uscrook playas stay twisted laughin at niggazwhile blazin pounds of that purple stuffthey cant perb enuff ????? and we bout to bustand let loose like a angry nut so what you claim what I be the niggawith the banging touch see yall nigga cant hang with us in such a waitinI make a nigga lay it down with a bolda spraygot em duckin and dodgin tryin to find their wayand the rest of you niggaz be duckin the kayaint no up in my face yal know I take offense to talk yal know you really pissin me offyou think youre big and all but ur mind full of ????Chorus 2xYal betta leave em alonebefore I get up in your dome and leave a motha fucka dead hit em with the touch of deathand make a motha fucka loose their breathnow im gone in the wind work a damn 635with my hand on the 45 pistol wood bumpin in the back smoke another sackas I`m ready to attack with a hand grenade and try to blow out your backyall niggaz cant fuck with us we the oneswho is dangerous we the ones with the platinum touchwe the niggaz who aint scared to bustso when the stones get set label us victoriouswhen I run up on your block yal niggaz betta rundeath and destruction bustin with the gun play stone crook till the world blew up dont give a fuckif you want some come get some I`m gone shoot til I kill ride til I die smoke another blunt cuz I gotta get high beat a nigga down in the parkin lotwe too pass th glock before they call the copsfrom the ones that will make you hotfrom the bottom to the top put your body in a phasefrom a crooked ass nigga who aint scared to bustand put a bullet in your got damn faceI`m gone burn the place u gone get the gasolineburn everything into smitherinescuz I gotta get away with the pistol play and your hoes better hope I dont come you way I`m gone bash the placeretalliated with a mind disgracestep if you dont wanna die take another lookbecause you might get shook if you aint ready to bustChorus 2x

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