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Verse 1: 
Yo  yo  you can let the magnum bust 
Or puff bags of dust 
If you mad at us 
Watch that ass get crushed 
Now you screamin why did the blood have to rush 
There's a buncha thugs after us 
Slugs blast at us 
Son roll this dutch master up 
The nigga with the live weapons 
Yo  who got shorties runnin 
They comin in 5 seconds 
Givin back shots  attack spots 
Fat knots 
I rap hop like clack glocks 
Disrespect this and get disconnect 
This spray like disinfected 
I paractice safe sex so my dick's protected 
F hold the cap well 
Puffin fat l's bonin a chicks listenin to Maxwell 
On a maxell my man call me on the black cell 
Told me he got bagged for a crack-sell 
"How you feelin son?" 
"Not that well" 
Niggas is bustin tecs and shit 
And no matter what sexe you is 
Behind your back niggas will sex yo' whip 
Make you wonder where the exit is 
Fuc That cuttin no slack 
I'm bustin fat nuts on yo' back 

Chorus x3: 
Yo, what it look like 
You got crack what it cook like 
You got a track what the hook like 
F is off the hook, right? 
We stole cars while you took bikes 
And on a good night I get your whole hood sniped 

Verse 2: 
You's a halfthug 
Meetin ya dick in the bathtub 
I get mad love 
Do a crime woke ya backup? 
Roll in the set 
Put a hole in ya chest 
Open ya flesh 
Knowin the best 
No one can test 
I'm blowin ya vest 
Untill I die I be high of drugs 
Money bought me everything but couldn't buy me love 
My niggas blast and shoot shit 
From here to Massachussets 
The cash be ruthless 
That's why your ass is toothless 
You ain't half as ill as the admirill 
You a crab for real nigga, grab your shield 
Rappers wanna kill me and blast me 
Cause my rhymes is Filthy McNasty 
While other niggas is silky and sassy 
Upset your squad I never wet you God 
Y'all niggas ain't worth a $1.50 on the metrocar 
Fuc That 
I bust caps 
Chill on the side like hop cats 
Never leave home without the rough raps 
Paper I got to touch that 
You want bitches I want track 

Chores x2 

Verse 3: 
Yo, I role this hoe that will set you up to take your check 
Them niggas that make you pet, to break your neck 
Her mind was the dirtiest 
Ever since her pops died on the 30st 
She was livin the life of unworthiness 
Her name was Karin 
She drove a black LeBaron 
And by the way, she used to sell packs of tracks with Aaron and Tyrone 
Doin anything to be in the live zone 
Like smoke five bones or rob the jewelery store for nine stones 
Attack your town pack a cab 
Smack a clown 
Back 'em down like Jackie Brown 
You never had skill 
I'm mad ill like a overdose of Adville 
Kill at will 

Chorus x2 

Noreaga "The invincible, untouchable" 
OC "Fuc That, abbreviated F.T." 
Nas "Streets disciple, I rock beats that's make 'em trifle"

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