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[Hook] I sit around in the with my young niggas Sellin' narcotics Boys in the hood, wanna see a dead body? Fuck 12, cause a nigga got a 12-gauge shotty And I heard [?]boy just shot somebody Rude boy, tote a [?] with the bumbaclot [?] better run, cause I [?] Head shot, pop pop pop pop pop to your dreadlock And I drop the informant who talk to the damn cops [Verse 1] I'm a soldier on the battlefield Got a young nigga who love to kill More bodies than a Navy Seal These young boys ain't got nothin' to do But somethin' to prove and somethin' to shoot Kill you on you birthday Take you cake, and fuck your lady too Shoot you in your [?] Now, have a Rastafarian funeral "[?] is a traitor" she said to his [?] Hundred wawa's, all with woppers Ain't no fucking breathing room 18 karat gold [?] my hollow tip got diamonds Extended clip I dipped my clip in rose gold, so it match my jewelry, fool "Gucci Mane got stupid money, but that boy ain't lyrical" I'm Eazy-E, reincarnated, but without the Jheri curl (R.I.P.) Without the [?] piece the on my ear And ice cubes on my [?] [Hook] [Verse 2] Here's you a little tip Gucci Mane a miracle Call me anything but lyrical The shit gonna get physical [?] on your bitch ass I fucked her in the living room She tried to get you to walk the walk So, now the bitch [?] Short, fine Big butt, with a fat purse [?] nine, show time Make that gat burst I don't mind But, don't touch it 'till you ask first My new chick She'll eat a dick like a bratwurst [?] I sell the lean Pancake, Mrs. Butterworth 100K on three whips, that's a [?] 100 pounds, I didn't pay I got a weed [?] [Hook]