up boy, 'cause I don't give a fuck boy Now, back the fuck up Throw ya hood up Back the fuck up Now nigga what Back the fuck up Throw ya hood up Back
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your mothafuckin' Guns up I'm from the West Side where my niggaz run this up [Verse 2: Mr. Ski] This ain't rap dog, this is gangster I got the niggaz runnin' up
put that on Screw and Pat So y'all cats better back-back, before I start to react And attack with a glock or mack, creating holes like a full back When
they be pealing It's Screwed Up Click, you get screwed up quick Get your ass mixed up, in some screwed up shit But I blew up quick, though I lost a few
And my niggas say We want the FAAAAME C'mon c'mon [Chorus] One thing we all adore Something worth dying for Nothing but pain Stuck in this game
calls to bail sheets It ain't no telling if I wake up in the county in my jail sheets My intuitions and ambitions up in the late night Probably involves me comin up
series of haters tied up in a knot wit instigators start speakin' fo playas I got my front porch sewed up the feds chasin' through the back roots, cuts
't give a fuck Sneakin up on ya like a thief in the night Never givin a fuck about a sucker, I ain't the soft type So run up or shut up, boy, see, that
-p, it's the L-o-c And Dubble-R, my muthafuckin homie Doin what we do best, snappin necks like villains Just makin a killin Any muthafucka wanna run up or step up
up and roll him somewhere, [laughing] D.Y. wanna talk to me, wanna tell me what's goin on. Want me to serve him somethin' for real, cos I'll serve, murder
to borrow your gat and wont give the shit back Im F to the I - F -T - Y - C - E - N - T Caress the ass gently, and back up Bentleys You thought she was
Silkk where you at?) Im in this No Limit gear whodi Chorus (2x) C-Murder: Where you at? Im over here, in the project on the block Im C-Murder, im bout
't get no buss pass to get your ski mask, and get a click but make sure it niggas you been fucking with get a bitch bout that murder, murder and sucking
and (?) You've been 'bout serving it, every since you heard my song I got you bucked up, you want that camouflage love, huh You got me fucked up I just
breakfast to go let ya know Up front that in my trunk I got this big ass bag When opened up it resembles a weapons show Wrap sheet in black heat for murder
up Got twenty ways to tell you shut the fuck up Nineteen of 'em are 24 bars long, the other one goes (SHUT THE FUCK UP!) And an electronic daddy long
Don't touch this, ah ah, leave it alone Play your position when we're rockin on the microphone [A.G.] See me? Throw it up when I rolls up CD? Twenty-
