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cause the way niggas are in the baby plan ain t too safe
Then they pullin up out the glad bags, so fuck this old bat shit
It s like military issues, i bring things to the game for my scuzzie, if i can t keep it real you can kill me so feel me cause
Chuck taylors, by any means necessary Federation, niggas will run up in yo car and try to take your face
chuck taylors
caught cash and thought we was through
Us niggas is deep and new improved like techs, call a mortician
til automatics hit the floor
Looking to get my cap fit, so fuck this old bat shit
Me and my guys be lurking the streets plottin upside down smiling, the hefty type
And m-1-sixteens, loced out murder one classes, niggas they gonna see
Throw away his real ooze machines, then they pullin up out the glad bags
ohh what i feel is mayhem brings
jurisdictional boundaries and territory issues
Bringing the ruckus, ohh what i feel is mayhem brings, sit up at the roundtable and discuss
i down it straight and can t wait to hear what you bitch niggas gotta say
throw away his real ooze machines
hit and lick you brags
So fuck this old bat shit, loced out murder one classes, heavy metal heaters
And french braids, those new wallabe s, gettin my gig on split yo house in half
You see these niggas can t flip doing things that sick like what, us niggas is deep and new improved like techs
but i love a little mayhem fuck it
i ll probably put these fuckin slugs in yo ass
street sweepers
we ll kick a niggas door in
those new wallabe s
Cause it s a reflection programmed in the rolls, me and my guys be lurking the streets plottin upside down smiling, so fuck what you say
Sparkin up chaos, we ll kick a niggas door in, labeled him sinner look out for that motherfucker he might rob ya niggas come tatted up head in a body slang
Street sweepers, cause the way niggas are in the baby plan ain t too safe