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(YoYo the Producer)
Yeah
Free all the men, long live the men, man
And we fishin' that
Free all the men, man, RDK shit, man
And we fishin' that free Com
All for R.I.P. -, bag his ass
That nigga kept talkin', man, bag him again
And we stood over top of his ass 'cause he bumpin' the man
So he had to meet him
And you know that we fishin' the whips with that comp out Jim
Man, his ass got pinned
With that Drac', knock out all the different
We catch Jay Boof, better pray he don't slip, mm-hmm
And we stand over top of all vic's
You ain't workin' your gun, man, I'm takin' your stick
If you say that you fishin' my wrist
Better pray to your god if you takin' that risk, mm-hmm
Had to really go sit on my vic', he was
Speakin' on Lex, so his ass got packed
Ay, Jim, man, you know you a bitch
If we catch you again, you gon' pay for that diss
Who the fuck is JT and where the fuck is he from?
(Jay Boof is a bitch, he ain't never did nothin')
Heard they like from the cops, they keep duckin' this buck
Got burnt 'cause his ass pulled a stunt
From the days of, nigga, I was raised by the gun
Man, we trap all night, had to wait on the sun
Free my young niggas, really be somethin'
The opps ain't on shit, they ain't spinnin' on somethin'
Had to learn to go slide with my switch
If they get behind me, they ain't takin' this bitch
And I really had dogged me a 'Wood
One-eight, that's the fastest to get
Man, you young niggas really some shit
Free my young niggas, really be takin' them risks
He said, "Two Lanez loaded," man, his nickname Chris
(Boy, you thought you had all of the sense
Don't call me a player, I walked on the bench)
(YoYo the Producer)
Mm-hmm, long live Nick
And Cash got burned, nigga
His brains flew all the way back to the trunk, nigga
We stand over top of you niggas
We show no remorse, we don't give a fuck, nigga
My young niggas really be baggin' you niggas
They steady be claimin' it's luck, nigga
Stop callin' my phone, keep askin' me questions
You bitch-ass nigga, it's up, nigga
And I really be smokin' your man
I'm stuck on the road and I'm runnin' it up, nigga
And I really be screamin', "Fuck -," he was stuck
On the ground when his ass got plucked, nigga
By the end of the year, I'ma go down and pop
With this chop, and I'm wakin' it up, nigga
I'm the one that be truckin' shit
Nigga, I'm a Northwest bully, I'm the one that be pluggin' shit
I don't care if you run from this shit
I be pacin' my shots, you really can't duck this shit
Cash had tried to spin my whip, but you know he caught ten to the chin
And Zell, you a bitch, you ridin' on big bro
Nigga, when his ass got touched with that shit
Where the fuck is you goin'?
Tryna go down and pop, this shit gettin' borin'
I don't want that bitch, she whorin'
Fuck 249, how the fuck you call yourself Glock and you don't even blow it?
I'ma start callin' myself Booke Glock 'cause my Glock
Got a switch, and I'm blowin' this bitch 'til he drop
I'ma load up the chop before we make a right on his block, make sure my door pop
Jew ass took a knock on the couch
That 300 block got his knees knocked off
Who the fuck is JT and you ain't spinnin' for Blue?
He restin' in piss and Jerry ass too
I'm really a creep, I ain't sayin' "Rest in peace," 'til a nigga go poof
Niggas know how I get, I ain't droppin' no
Song 'til I pick up my gun and I shoot it
And this shit really tragic
Dutch got hit with them 7.62s, he was gone like Magic
He got stuck by that Drac' like magnets
He got fucked by that Drac', he a faggot (he a faggot, lil' bitch)