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Pick a Side

Conway The Machine, ILL Tone beats, & Black Soprano Family•Офіційне аудіо (YouTube API)

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Yeah, uh

(A-a-a-ayo, ILL Tone)

Gang shit, nigga

Brrt, ah

Look

From this point on, I'm the fuckin' king

Took over the game and can't nobody to a fuckin' thing (what you gon' do, pussy?)

I do the shootin', I score the most on the other team

I get the finals MVP trophy and the fuckin' ring (ha)

Roll a eighth of London Pound in my Russian Cream

My shooter don't drink liquor, he want a cup of lean ('kay)

That fool do not think, nigga just wanna up his thing (boom, boom, boom, boom)

I call my gun Big Pun, shatter your fuckin' dreams (woo)

If it's a issue, ain't no fuckin' thing (nah)

Let a bullet hit 'em in his side, bust his spleen (brrt)

'Fuck you mean, nigga? Every verse is fuckin' mean (uh-huh)

I ain't battle-rappin' niggas, I'm just gon' fuck his queen

Bitch can't even wear no fuckin' jeans

She way too thick, that ass so fat on her it bust the seams ('kay)

My niggas'll flip and shoot up the scene (boom, boom, boom)

Shooter tweakin' on half a Perc and a fuckin' bean, Machine

You against us or with us? My nigga, pick a side (pick a side)

And you fuck niggas hatin' can suck a dick and die (suck my dick, nigga)

Young nigga loadin' his chopper, that nigga finna slide (boom, boom, boom)

You against us, or with us? My nigga, pick a side, oh, I

(Pick a side, nigga, you with us or against us, huh?)

You against us, or with us? My nigga, pick a side, oh, I (yeah, gang shit, nigga)

And you fuck niggas hatin' can suck a dick and die, oh, I (brrt)

Look

Fuckin' my bitches on Dior sheets

Just made a buck-fifty in a short week (bag)

Uh, shootin' the stick that stand four feet (brrt)

Your mother lost her other son already so that's more grief (she hurtin')

Pop the cork on the Clicq', it feel good seein' my dog eat

I'm the God, I don't fuck with the pork meat (not at all)

Prick home, they let my boy free (uh-huh)

Water on the neck, it make your whores speak (woo)

My nigga, talk cheap (talk to 'em)

I take a bitch out the hood and I put her in Rafs ('kay)

I'm in the kitchen with a bird I just put in the bath (whip up)

I can get a nigga smoked, I just put up the bag

Offered a dub, broadie said he'll cook him for half (give me ten, bro)

Body on the Eastside, news bulletin flashed (huh?)

I'm like Magic to these bitches, I don't look when I pass

Rap shit don't pan out then I'm pushin' a slab ('kay)

Got a drum on the FN, I will put 'em in caskets, nigga (boom, boom, boom, boom)