Take a look, and what you see-Krayzie still runnin' from the police, 'cause I got a f**kin' bag of weed. Coppers on us, and you know the b**ches want us, but as soon as they close, it's the pap pap, pardon me. Me gotta get 'em, kill 'em before they get me. I'm that nigga with the shotty runnin' at you niggas, poppin' enemy. Beat the f**kas on their own line, don't make ' Time to get on top of mountain top when they got (?) all over this nation, world, and I plan on, now look at you bustas get mad. Y'all thought that you could f**k with the Cleveland thugstas, #1 fillin' his gun, and I wish you would, b**ch, pop, (.?.) and have to show you through, when Bone thugs comin' in, it's a headline. In this game I aim to keep away from every crazy steady, we're too quick to pull petty bullsh*t. So, what if it got too late for me to get 'em? Then gotta switch to testin' G's. Still I'm sure they sure they fryin' us, but I buck, sometimes I save it, for me kill 'em off later, man. Why so many fakers runnin' they mouth (.?.) and they lose, lookin' so deep in they eyes, and tell it when they lyin', stop tryin', but they never convince none, got hundreds runnin' up with gauges. Now, who wanna go snitch? Talk sh*t about real trues, still be payin' dues, saw them sneakin', and a nigga gettin' sick of all the playas, they hatin'.
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