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Twenty five years old still tryin' to make a livin' off a
one live then they're only slugs give a nigga
Fuck holes in my chest took my last breath
I squeeze my Mag and I'm taggin' him to his death ridah
Surprise the whole block when we slide up
An expedition in business holdin' them 9's up
First to die be the first nigga that speak
Murdered to death in the Killafornia streets
I live my life behind a pistol, smash for the cash
Bitch, life is too short that's why we murdered your ass
Give a shout to y'all homies, gave your pussy to a thug nigga
And all the cops they gave their money to the drug dealers
Dump slugs on all y'all piggies, that club nigga
And big dicks is why you white bitches love niggas
A black warrior, finger on the fuckin' trigger
Before I die bet they realize I'm a real nigga
It ain't no clowin this trick, real niggas'll load clips
Pushin' luxury cars, when we dip
It's all about stackin' them chips, makin' that long money flip
And haters that trip a click to catch clips, for real niggas
And haters that trip a click to catch clips, for real niggas
Bailin' times, fuck it, Mob Figgas'll get the bustin'
Ain't no exit out the dip, stuck is how I'm livin'
Driven to be that male factor
It's like I have (?) a boot cha or do ya out the frame, and loot the cash
Rush ya, bust ya, with fo'-fifths and extra clips
entrepreneur, check my profile, that Mob nigga now
Pushin' weight to my Eastend loc, he called me craze is grey?
Like Tony but never phony, that bitch (?)
I'm bringin' it to em like this, Mob Figgas, real niggas down to kill niggas
Five niggas, live niggas, lick and do or die, nigga
Nine's nigga's time's tickin' when I blow your mind, nigga
Call me AP-9, nigga, boogie's when we rhyme, nigga
I hit the block and have it sold
See my freakers hittin' vicious on them po's, that's the way the game goes
On tre-low, I stay low, dippin crate loads
Never had my niggas leavin nappy, runnin big blocks and cavi