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Pipe that shit up, TNT
D-Mac on the fuckin' track
I'll tell you 'bout my life
But you'll probably wouldn't understand
We was scared to leave the house
Without our pipes, even though we don't fear no man
And a problem we ain't tryna fight
Tryna put you in the scene
Send you where we sent your man
Fuck doing your dead ass friend
Fuck you and your dead ass partners
Totin' brooms like Harry Potter
Can't finna go back in silence
My nigga did it, ain't pay no dollar
My nigga step in the name of love
My nigga step in a puddle of blood
Choppa started jumping head to moon walking like MJ would
Ain't nothin' changed, I'm in a Lamb' pullin' sticks up out the hood
Ain't nothing changed, even with the fame, I wish a nigga would
Mama told me don't play with my food, thanking mama I overstood
Get ready on that beat and I ain't tell I got food
Heard these niggas gon' claim that beef
Well, Jackboy, claim the plate
I don't need no Kryptonite, big .40 knock off Superman cape
Big .40 rearrange Superman face
Go cap put his ass, put his ass to the face
Talk about gunning in a broad day
In the field, move swifter than LJ
Stick with the man, goalie
What the fuck? TEC-9, I need a Rollie
Fuck that, get his ass for the loot
Dropping heat, doing night in the booth
Choppa spit like it's missing a tooth
When it hit night on the parole
Get sick, fuck around with you
Talking with the hos, put on your moves
Putting your bitch ass on the news
Stop when you hear me show
With two of us it get surgical
The pretty candy is lyrical
Fuck nigga make this a miracle
Gun with the drum, it's a musical
Go make his ass go ay, he go
I can line them up like dominoes
I'll tell you 'bout my life
But you'll probably wouldn't understand