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Verse 1
a ho's tongue
Sippin' Don Perignon
While she's sippin' up them newborns
Yeah bet you hate the news holmes
You probably somewhere
Sittin' on the stoop huh
Sippin' on a brew
Plottin' to pop me later huh
When will a hater learn
I'm too great on a song
Cm
Gm
I push weight on the corner
Cm
Gm
I transform into Uma Thurman
A dude's virgin
Verses lettin' a perilous nigga
With no purpose
Continue to walk this earth's surface
I was birthed for hip- hop
Branch out my services
Ya try to murder this nigga
That's comin' from the same turf as ya
What nerves of yous
On another rapper's dick
Go on represent where you live
Know you annoyed
But don't make the mistake
I'm state to state in that Honda nigga
Not an Accord
I'm in that Honda
G4 you will never afford
And yup it's probably easy when
Verse 2
Cryyyyy now, nigga cry now
Verse 3
lay his hands on me
I'll lay his ass out and park
a Grand Am on him
The city where the weak survive
and the strong die
Where beef collide,
shootouts happen and hit the wrong guy
It's like you beggin to die like
bear huntin with a switch
A part of my heart is gone,
I can never smile the same
Trigger finger is itchy,
it'll take a while to tame
Detroit is hella Dirty but
the Dozen can fix it
Resist and a biscuit will
excede the distance
Cm
Gm
Off a kid's trombone right to
where you niggas lay
I shed tears but you can get your
fill of it today
Cm
Verse 4
Gm
Cm
Gm
Cm
Gm
Cryyyyy now
Cryyyyy now
Cryyyyy now
Cryyyyy now
Verse 5
my Beretta is a body part
Hit 'em with just enough shots
to make his body art
Now I feel like we even
See Creek is here to shine a light
on you niggas this evenin'
Soon as I get my call I'm right on
them zeros I'm leavin'
Load up a clip and make it dark on them
heroes I'm cheesin'
Shit they got snitches on the clock,
gotta watch what I sayin'
Me buy a bitch a couple rocks
in a watch? Quit playin'
Back on my grizzy my
Gm
Cm
And for them fuckin spectators I brought
The doc was lyin' when he said
you gon' be fine nigga
Verse 6
Since raw coke was rushed
through my umbilical
And no words from
Ca$h mouth is fiction
Ready to throw clips if,
I'm never dissin you
Cm
Gm
Of the street, when I walk through the door,
my purpose
Watch me overthrow the
government for my interpret
Plot of Bin Laden, soul of Mumia
I'm prayin' to Proof,
I'm searching for Jerry Garcia
Talk to my brother,
gone in the streets of the D
I'm totin' the K,
and hawk niggas waitin on me
And when you walk,
Cm
Gm
on the other side of me, and my brother ride
for scratch to get you wacked
Nigga, with a gun,
with a shank, with a bat
Take a slug through the lung,
get it right, what you wack nigga
I'm born crazed deranged
and more famous
Than clappin' down bangers meant,
Verse 7
Verse 8
Cryyyyy now, nigga cry now
Want war, I don't give a fuck
Shot 'til you kiss, pucker up
It'll lift him up, believe me you'll float
The result is your family
heartbroke
Real life, born killers,
we roll out like four- wheelers
God shill us,
from back- stabbers and goldiggers
Tipsy off brown liquor, watch me
Obnoxious, broads call me cocky
Poppy long dick Stat beat up
the box like hockey
Formalize the plan, no man can stop me
Boss hog, Stat Quo understand,
you copy?
Cm
(You copy?)
Verse 9
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