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Yeah, you feel that right there?
This dedicated to all my real niggas
Yeah, come on, feel me?
I'm a motherfuckin' nuisance
I'm rollin' with a gang of niggas down to do shit
Not just red or blue shit, this is on some true shit, ferocious
Like make a nigga talk with his hand in the toaster
I make a nigga penguin walk on the shoulder of the freeway
'Til he agree to do what we say
You think it's a game? You think it's a joke, nigga?
You think I'm a lame? You fuckin' with a loc nigga
A broke nigga with nothin' to lose
And I never would snitch, I just button my blues
Unlike you, that's why we ain't fuckin' with you
Fuck around and get me thirty like you got my nigga Grease do
Cross the line, you gettin' just one time
Untouchable, these niggas don't wanna fuck with mine
They don't wanna bust these nines, want a life of crime
They pitiful and being bitch-made is habitual
Foxy's out and shit done changed
Homie got killed, now these niggas wanna bang
I can't wait 'til I motherfuckin' see that day
Then one little bitch-ass niggas is gon' pay
Been a long time, even been nights I couldn't sleep
Thinkin' about my dog, how he rest in peace
If I had a million dollars, I'd have gave him half
You say "Half, Tazmaniac, you must be mad," but check it
Real millionaires make millionaires
And real millionaire daughters date millionaires
I'm rollin' with the Enterprise, you fake millionaire
What, you scared of other motherfuckers tryna get theirs?
The world is not enough
I ain't kissin' a nigga ass for a buck, nigga, y'all got me fucked
Call me Maniac Nuts, nigga
I keep runnin' through them bitches
Like blunts, so you better give it up
I'll tell you right now, nigga, any rapper you get
I'll crush any rapper you get
Them rappers don't mean shit when I come through raisin' my fifth
Like Huey P. raisin' his fist
You wanna bang with this? Killiac do some amazin' shit
I'm on the block, tailor-made the fit
You can't hang with this, to say the least, little wannabe
Freeway reached, you just now gettin' in the streets
You just now gettin' to hold the heat
You just now gettin' what I call a little bit of dough to me
Hot damn, another hooligan
In the pool hall, nigga, with his toolie, finna shoot a man
He finna do him in, he finna light him up quick with the heater
The nine millimeter, last week he got beat up
And this week he came back and gave
Niggas the dirt, now was it worth that?