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Verse 1
E
I'm wakin' by a motherfuckin' gunshot,
ran to my window, took a peep and grabbed my
Glock
Niggas in the front and on the side of my building,
locked up my dude and kissed both of my children
Got him up in face, he told a nigga, here I come,
but see I'm in some heat so I ain't really borin' none
Cops shippin' supers, I ain't tryin' to help a nigga,
they're both for niggas, want to squeeze the motherfuckin' trigger
Thugs got the sound and all,
turpin' niggas up
Mr.
Face told a nigga, well, never give a fuck
As I bailed on the block,
crooked cops thought the hawk
Get him up, fuck him down,
and bring the chalk
Cause fuckin' with the
G ain't all that motherfuckin' cool
When you think I'm rollin' solo,
but I'm with the mess, ain't fool
Turpin' niggas, he feel the blast,
what the fuck, shit
Zeppin' to the chest is what the
motherfuckin' stuck with
Now,
D to the
M to the
G, not the one to fuck with
Bm
When it comes to the streets,
E
cause I'm sorta irritated
by the fact that it's hot,
so it's probably like the reason why these niggas getting shot
and now, fuck all this motherfucking dumb shit,
time to break it down,
I'mma call the whole clique
for anyone who dare to show the motherfucking backstreets,
let me tell you something
I'm sending niggas smooth
to the concrete
Sending niggas smooth to the concrete
Uh
Sending niggas smooth to the concrete
Yeah
Sending niggas smooth to the concrete
Uh
Sending niggas smooth
to the concrete
Backwards to shit,
here it comes, verse two
I'm sendin' motherfuckers to the concrete,
smooth
Temporizing moves as I walk, slow pace
I hope you got speed,
cause I'm aiming for your face
Tricks on the block,
sellin' pussy real cheap
Five dollar cloaks, runnin' around,
gettin' geeked
Hoes on the road,
takin' motherfuckin' stoke
Until I come around, everybody hit the floor
So, I hope you catch the rap
with the rhyme
Cause this shit's comin' off like
a new to your mind
Penetratin' perpetrators,
but you can't fuck me
Cause I'm that nigga that's
in your ass to the concrete,
G
Brooks in the cut, listen up
I gotta sit the window at a big an
Easter buffet
This shit is more molten than
a motherfuckin' little bit
Here, take a hit, you stupid ass bitch
This shit was laced with quack,
I'm glad you found out
Cause I get like the five dollar
clock smoked out
Lookin' for some more shit,
tryin' to find another hit
But you get nothin' but this
long black dick, bitch
Shut the fuck back,
throw a blast on your family
First I want your mama,
then I want your fuckin' daddy
Tell your little brother he can run,
but can't hide
In his foot, your little sister,
and you are on a ride
Bm
I got the little bitch by your face real quick
E
And introduced her little
ass to the big dick
Buckle up, buckle up,
mothafucka, grab the hat
Even though she's only twelve,
yo, she might got the crap
So I slipped on the gum,
ready, one, two, go
But then it came to me,
this little bitch was a ho
So I stayed on the pussy
till about nine -thirty
At 7 .45 this little bitch tried to work me
Telling me to do the things
she thought she'd never see
When I was done and little horny motherfucker,
fuck me
She wore a nigga out to the point
that I was soaked
So when I got the fuck up,
yo, I hit it for the dope
So now I'm on another mission,
yeah, they call it
Quest
I'm going for the niggas
cause I serve a nigga best
I bring his ass back to the
streets where I dwell
Break him off something fat and leave
him screaming bloody hell
I'm strange like an offbeat,
yeah, I know you know,
G
Always told they had
some mothafuckas stay above me
Many killings in the streets, by that nigga
DMC
Don't know but you knew,
Bm
E
I'm
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