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V-Town in the motherfucker, situation dirty and shit 
Killa, yeah 
Today's out to be recognized 
Verse 1 
I got that nigga for about 4 zones, had to get dirty though 
Left him in his driveway soakin wet sold his 6.4 
Couldn't keep it no mo' that motherfucker was filthy 
Mo' bodies done been in that trunk 
than in the cemetary and the mortuary 
Had a bullethole by the gas tank, put 1500 in the bank 
Drig the bitch for 18 but spent 300 last year on some dank 
Shot to my brothers house and got them niggaz high 
It was the Man Klan, 3 Deep, and the nigga six 
we was off that chocolate thai 
And all that time that 187 was on my mind 
Shot the man in cold blood 
and I knew his momma saw the drive-by 
Design, and there ain't no tv until you see me 
On Americas Most Wanted fucked up gettin snatched out my teepee 
Nigga we in the back of the 69 Cut', and it's so foggy 
Paranoia done got me on my strap and I'm a fiend for raw meat 
They say all niggaz talk about is murderin and gettin high 
But situation gettin filty and I gots ta have mine 
Chorus 2X 
With me it's like American Express, I don't leave home without my 
Smith-n-Wesson bulletproof vest 
I done dug myself a hole, now I'm trying to climb back out 
Ya fuck with the wrong nigga, I wish my brother was out 
Verse 2 
Now it started back in SouthSide sack, I was with my momma 
Drinkin' inches of the Old E, hittin chronic ever so often 
Often in another world trippin', while he was on another room stickin 
My click think sick I got that 12 guage pump started trippin 
Kick the door open, blood stains cops came 
Quietly I had to remaintain thang, same thang 
My love don't fit you, I got that US military issue 
Had to plant one in your brain, get away, if a cop plead insane 
A couple of down ass top notches I used to know, had a spot 
I was good for 4 days off yack and chronic and makin' a plot 
Cause murder was the case, when I saw his face 
Took his life, left his brains all over the pillow case 
What would you be thinkin of when your momma's yelling STOP! 
My first thought was cut him in half and drag the other half to his 
stash 
They say all niggaz talk about is murderin and gettin high but 
situation 
real filthy and I got ta get mine 
Chorus 
With me it's like American Express, I don't leave home without my 
Smith-n-Wesson Bulletproof vest, 
I done dug myself a hole, now I'm trying to climb back out 
Ya fuck with the wrong nigga, I wish my brother was out ( fades )

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