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Uh, yeah, mm
William H niggas
Holla, yeah, yo
That's why I squeeze first, ask questions last
That's how most of these so-called gangstas pass
I squeeze first, ask questions last
'Cause when I pull up, always pop, that's why I'm livin' today
Yo, when I meet ya, I heat ya down
When I greet ya, meet ya with pound
Not the handshake, but the kind that make ya demand a wake
The kind that put land over your face
I pop ya, let doctors stitch ya
I-N-F-R-A, will not miss ya
I move light, like my shoes too tight
Leave niggas confused from the day to the night
At night, see the light, when the pistol's sparkin'
Daytime it gets dark when that pistol barkin'
I keep cash 'case cops arrest me
'Case kids kidnap me, kids could get back me
You shall repent 'fore you spend a red cent
If not you, somebody of close descent
Thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Corey
Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke, and y'all choke motherfuckers
That's why I squeeze first, ask questions last
That's how most of these so-called gangstas pass
I squeeze first, ask questions last
'Cause when I pull up, always pop, that's why I'm livin' today (yeah)
I said thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Corey
Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
Thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Corey
Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke, and y'all choke niggas
That's why I squeeze first, ask questions last
That's how most of these so-called gangstas pass
I squeeze first, ask questions last
'Cause when I pull up, always pop, that's why I'm livin' today
Y'all don't understand