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Haha, I know he gone
Ooh, here we go
Here we go
Yeah, nigga
Yeah, Eddo GZ, Loc
Bitch ass niggas
What you gon' do now?
What you gon' do now?
You know you already knew
Not Motherfucking thing
I know niggas mean it
Bitch, bitch niggas
I'm Coming
These niggas got me fucking mad
Fucking mad, fucking mad
Im fucking heated
I'm fucking mad, 'bout to explode, you know why?
Why? My boy in jail and my pops Butcher Loc died
G.I.P., he told me don't cry, everything gon' be aight
It's aight
He my shield, he the butcher I'm the axe knife
Knife
Act out a snipe in the night, that'd be unlikely
No lights in the dark on a cut street
In the cut, in D.C., nah, wherever you want your ass beat
Nigga, call me Eddo Gz, or lil Butcher the L-O-C
Best believe me, fuck all my enemies
Loc, can't forget about the motherfucking police
Fuck 'em, on the creep and ain't talking 'bout no TLC
Hell nah
Not a mystery, all these marks niggas snitching
When I get 'em, they gon' be shitting and pissing
Pussy, when I hit him, he gon' get a bad tension
Mark, My finger itching for a trigger blister ask
Twista Loc, what you know about Lil' GZ the game spitter?
Is that the same as Eddo Loc the gang member?
Who is you? Who wanna know? But yeah, nigga
I just wanted to let you know your flow's the realest
And I can feel it, so please don't pop my melon
Guns out, guns out, ready to flare
Throw this bullet to his face, disrupt his stare
We from that real live gang, that's the realist and illest
Wanna pop up? Come shoot your guns and kill us
We from that rider gang, we from that east side, man
Come hang with us and we'll teach you how to bang
We'll put you on game, we'll teach you how to slang
And get that change, use that change