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[Intro]
Go, go
He's killing it
Speakin' on lil Shug and sh*t
b*tch n*gga

[Verse 1]
Teki died nothin' happened
Look at how they caught lil' bibby and 'em lackin'
Look at how they caught Trey D and they smoked him
Bust lil Teco sh*t wide open
Bronem slide, no jokin'
Foolio b*tch n*gga everybody know it
sh*t he know it, sh*t she know it
His momma know too, she a part of the war
Even the west scored
You ain't slide for her, you ain't gon' slide for your boys
Say i got stripes, I could live in a zoo
But the beef what we eat when we dinin' of course
Henry get f*cked up the road and I know it
JB run like Forrest, know it
I caught Rick lackin' and I jumped out at him
And he fold like a napkin, of course (He did)
n*gga's ain't that, I'm an accurate source
I ain't ever lie, I'm a fact spitter boy
Rack hitter boy
Pull up on a n*gga start hittin' like a b*tch when she mad at a boy (Come here, come here)
All these n*ggas be cap
When I shoot, I'ma hit him in his hat
I'm a cap spinner boy (Bah)
I'm a real shooter n*gga
I can shoot a needle in a haystack (Bleh)
Get back before I blow it
I'm 7.62 no 5.56
Run up on a n*gga, no drive-by b*tch
I ain't rap beef, but they speakin' on Shug
I'ma show a f*ck n*gga how I pop my sh*t
Pull out the stick
Pop my sh*t
Spray up the block, I'm 'bout my sh*t
Suge on my chest, I don't need no vest
Just a Glock-19 I'ma rock my sh*t
Fourty Fifth Block Party put ash on ya shirt,poured ya drank on the ground,made you like my b*tch!
Three years later, still ain't on sh*t
Pistol on my side, still ain't no kick (On God)
Step on a n*gga if he speak on Shug
Make him meet Lil' Shug 'cause I ain't no b*tch
Henry in jail, but his 'cuz look like him
If I blow the K at him, then his face gon' switch
Rondo a b*tch
And he went to jail right before a n*gga got to blow his face
I'm p*ssed
I'll smoke his homeboy though, I ain't picky
I don't want the K 'cause the Glock got fifty
Still got the K but the Glock my mistress
Pull up to his house, gotta pay a lil' visit
Spinnin' on a n*gga with the K leave him dizzy
I been on the block all day gettin' busy (Grrah, Grrah)
[?] my brother gon' peek from a distance
Creep on a n*gga, completin' a mission
Drop me a b*tch like the beat when it's endin' (Bah, bah)
Pop me a perc and forget that I did it
She say "we f*cked," I'm forgettin' I hit it
Phone at the house, but I ain't leave the glizzy
I got a mop
These n*ggas slippin'
Glock with a di*k, thirty-three Scotty Pippen
Treat my clip like drugs, flip it
And then I spray 'till this b*tch start clickin'
Speakin' on Shug, then your life need extension (Shug)
Speakin' on Shug, bring your life to an endin' (Bah)
[Outro]
Ay, somebody tell the n*gga Foolio I'm lookin' for him
I'm lookin' for him, you heard me
Somebody tell the n*gga Charles I'm lookin' for him
Choppa Lookin' for him too
2.23's, 5.56s
Like Shug with that glizzy, n*gga
You know what's up
n*gga's ain't come outside when it was bad, you heard?