[Dee Money]
I Run up on ya block quick when i'm burning rubber,
A real nigga like a soulja, heat up in my knuckles
the same type a nigga that keep a pistol on my side,
A 44 on my waist and a chopper when I ride, stay posted
on the block like a light pole just standing there,
waiting for a nigga to run up, and think he hard,
but first I shut him down like a grocery store gone
outta business, and when the police come nigga that's
when i'm finished, disobeying all laws, disrepecting
no broad, A street type a nigga, A 13 year old boy,
straight sprayin at u quick
leave ya braind in the sewyer,either come at me
strapped, And if u don't nigga u
done, ya whole family gonna see me and ya
block gon burn, and if ya friend want some
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she gotta wait her turn, I ain't scared of nobody,
nigga I fear no one but jesus, I gotta keep
it real nigga,and I ain't got no reason, kinda
like a star, when u see me fear me, rup up on
u niggas bust shots you can't feel me, listen
up and listen careful,if u open and if ya
click want some nigga i'ma bust open,
if u leave 'em unattented, I'll mess over
'em playin wit me nigga you'll get
ya dome checked throughroly, I'll put
ypu in a sleep like, no disrespectin
my section, and anything in my way
best believe i'm wrecking, and if any
nigga hatin on me, then there's
beef it will be, nigga I already told
ya IF IT AIN'T REAL IT AIN'T ME NIGGA!!!!!!!!!!!!

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