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[Buddy Roe]Now I gotta let you have itRappin` fire from my automaticNow I gotta let you have itRappin` fire from my automatic[Trick Daddy]I just might have to toss this nineAcross your mindAcross that lineI`m running straight up in your mammy`s house by minePuttin` this fire up in this old bitch mouth by mineAnd openin` fireAnd I ain`t swearing no niggasGive the deed up until four niggasAin`t sympathizing with you hoe niggasI`m just realizing what this thug shit for niggaYou in the middle of a war niggaNow I gotta let you have itThe whole clipFucking up the whole tripNow you fucking with the boogie manThis shit deeper than Nino BrownAnd I ain`t see no clown Nigga nigga nigga[Buddy Roe]Now I gotta let you have itRappin` fire from my automaticNow I gotta let you have itRappin` fire from my automatic[Trick Daddy]I got some niggas that`ll bump with youPlay with your kids and eat lunch with youThen fuck around and kill your assI close shop With 2 shots from a far away glockThen leave you dead to rotIn a empty lotAnd this thug shit simply notTo be taken lightWell y`all fake less I`m taken lifeThen I`m taking offTo the old hoodTo check on a old girlTo make sure it`s still all goodThen it`s back to the streetsTo finish this beefLooking for them same niggas that`s looking for meAnd about three blocks>From where they set up shopSell weed and lay some rocksThey got these old copsWorking they`re spotsAnd young niggas on the roof with red dotsWhen me and my clique scrap and we scared not[Buddy Roe]Now I gotta let you have itRappin` fire from my automatic[Buddy Roe]I`m paranoid cause I`m hearing thingsTime servedOnly out a few months, associated with birdsThey want to pop it, I got bad nervesPeepMini-14 on the front seatYou want to be there for your kids, nigga play with itHis Grams missing, who did it, I`ma deal with itSo fuck I care about the shortyCause nigga you been knownSkip townWith my poundWith my dudes `roundNow nigga how you playin`, I done counted thatYou wanted work, all you had to do is fucking askMy cuban friendWant his endsInstead of you flipping them divedendsMaking millionsPopping thenSilly rabbitYou done started staticNow I gotta let you have itRapping fire from my automaticYou left me stuckAnd so you outta luckCause you done fucked my credit upASHES TO ASHES, DUST TO DUSTNigga what[Buddy Roe]Now I gotta let you have itRappin` fire from my automatic

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