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(*talking*)Ah-ah, Cut Throat to the motherfuckingBone gristle, you understand meFuck another nigga, fuck em[Hook]Motherfuck you, and your niggasCause me and my niggas, we terrorize niggasMotherfuck you, and your niggasCause me and my niggas, we ride or die niggas[Soulja Slim]I spray gats like raid, when the roaches come outYou wanna fuck with the team, then the coaches come outHoles in your mouth, bullets leaving holes in your houseIce block so cold, niggas catching a goutSet I trends, fucking two cat eyed friendsGetting brain in the back, of the cat-eyed BenzBlack eyed lens, looking like M-I-BWhen I be, stomping through your VIPH.N.I.C., represent that MP3Fuck you, you ain`t getting nothing from meBut hot lead to your dome, black thick and chromeThat`s all I tote, sticky-ayo that`s all I smokeNow there I go rambling, but I could back it up fastCatch you in the club, I scuffle your bitch assBrigadors be down to die for me, soldiers be down to ride for meBistanders do get hit, no apologies[Hook - 2x][Curren$y]Now when the 4-4`s, come outYou`d think your whole click was Ludacris, the way they rolling outIt`s Curren$y the Hot Spitter, I control the SouthLook at who I be around, then you`ll know what I`m boutBrah you don`t want me, to come throughCause one pop out the glock, I`ll leave your fat head with a sun roofPlease understand me, brah when my album dropMe and C-Murder, bringing guns to the Grammy`sHoes loving on me, so these niggas can`t stand meBut they know I got the heat, like MiamiHot Spitter got loot, growing like mildewThat with the cameras, instead of the rearviewHit you point blank range, I ain`t even near youMy niggas ain`t from Pittsburgh, but we`ll steal youRiding on chrome, all 21 and upYours under 18, can`t even get in the club so[Hook - 2x][Tre-Nitty]Murder instincts we speaking, tweakingAnd leave a nigga, leaking on the concreteYou run up with cowards, all I got is one nigga behind meAt a time to cover my back, and other than thatAin`t too many niggas, gon cover my tracksSo I feed him, with a long handleMan I`m in the desert, and surviving is a strong gandleSo I can`t be walking, in the wrong sandlesFeeling like all I got, is me myself and IDon`t know too many, that I can leave my wealth and dieEmpty, cause I know that drama will only increaseAnd who`s gonna carry me, when I`m trapped under them bed sheetsSealing the sheets with hot blood, niggas steady saying they got loveAnd I`m the one laying with hot slugs, shit I`ve been thereAnd any nigga that I fuck with, is just like meSo when we beefing, that`s the nigga you just might seeBut everybody claiming know 12, saying we blow wellsAnd how I hung with him, but can`t say what I done with him[Hook - 4x]

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