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Watch out for your friends 

Ayo  ayo you you you got that thing for me   huh? 
You thought I was layin? no no I aint layin  Im takin 
You dont understand? You confused? 
How bout if I stuff your fuckin head through that 
window 
That would unconfuse you right? 
Thought I was layin  give me the fuckin money  come on 

Verse 1: 

Im blamin 
lame ass rappers frontin for famin 
I should open up a casino for all the games you playin 
Im sayin, everyday in a different namin 
Plus they homos now, big black niggas flamin 
We stressin, that you don't be stressin us 
And if you GS and GS than dont be B.S'n us 
Just be B.S'n logicly 
Not like that we be guessin 
Because the truth need no modesty 
Cristal to spring water, Bacardi whateva 
What it is, is what it is 
We can party together 
You know how the game goes 
Whenever your name grows 
But still love is love fuckin the same hoes 
Against the grain goes the souped up rapper 
He spittin venom 
So now we gotta get wit him 
And do the ten thing 
Frightenin, while his men cling 
Then watch blood extract out his ass like ginsing 
It all ends with, all of his mens hit 
And now our future friends shit 
Strictly forensic 
But thats the life we livin' 
Drivin', thats how we driven 
Strivin, you must be robin 
Cause I aint given 
Shoot ya guns 

Chorus: 

Now when we bless this with precise shit 
That we suffice with 
We keep your mentals lit 
Now when we bless this 
(echo: bless this, bless this, bless this, bless this) 

verse 2: 

I see ya overly concernin 
Ya insides burnin 
Mad at the fact Sauce is earin 
With more niggas than Mark Furman 
Ya never learnin, never been so determined 
Not to be concerned with ya sermon 
Wheels of fortune still turnin 
Still street caviar remains untouched 
For Sauce Money cheeseburger deluxe 
Screamin what the ******(crooks?) feenin 
Dough we rake off 
While you hailin cabs 
We, taxi for take off 
Fake crews and units is dubbin 
Get ya whole clan wiped out, no scrubbin 
For the decription givin, chapstick flappin 
Pistol whipin, nigga rappin 
Sell arms to keep 'em clappin 
Gung ho chicks spueeze for me 
Crazy g's for me, to see cheese come easily for me 
In the same arenas 
Aint gotta state his name, you seen us 
Sippin on Bay Breeze's 
Now we higher than Venus 
Comparin thumbs, tryin to see whos the greenest 
High strung 
No relief pitcher off my tounge 
Ace of the staff, Sauce back to back Cy Young 

Chorus X4 

Verse 3: 

In the club lit 
Listen to all my niggas hit 
Bitches love me for this disrespectfull shit 
Fuck em, the only thing I'm with is large amounts, 
clear 
Money the only thing that counts here 
By any means like Malcom 
X marks the spot you know the outcome 
Income, never outdone 
Rap star, hit the stage dipped in tar 
Other crews muerto 
Cant fuck with this concierto 
Too fecicous 
So I drop new releases 
Till your crew deceases 
Screw your pieces, fuck you thesis 
Fuck your speeches, and fuck your beef 
Cause when my crew aim, do more than brush ya teeth 
It'll split your shit, when it hit your shit 
If you dont want yo' shit hit 
Dont forget yo' shit 
We dont spar 
We aimin all niggas to Allah 
When its spent 
And to the nazarine if ya 85 percent 
Do what I gotta 
Straight shot of Jack 
Ameretta, colada for my bitch in the back 
Never bluffin 
Never rap for nothin 
Rap flow, dont love it 
Sincerly yours 
Sause motherfucka

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