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VERSE 1: MC Ren
in the hood lookin at me crazy
Tellin like they wanna fk my old lady
Same fkin s**t every day at 8 o'clock
nigg*, start my day off raisin off the c*ck
I throw the khakis on, with the t-shirt
Never knowin when a nigg* might hit the dirt
I'm thinkin, how in the fk can I get high quicker
Mix the blunt with some muth*fkin malt liquor
These that I love, I don't trust em, but I stay close to em
In case I gotta do em
We from the same set, but that don't mean s**t no mo'
I be premeditatin with the .44 (.44)
My hoe be tellin a nigg* to peel they caps back
Cause I know where them hide they s**t at
s**t be on my mind, return a shot call
Broke as fk, it's about to get hot, y'all
CHORUS: Big Rocc
starvin while you're home with the mills
killin while you're doin dope deals
Out flossin, throwin 100 USD bills
Time to set yo as* up for the kill
Death of a shot caller, who can you trust?
It might be your number 1 nigg* that bust
A cap, he's the next one to take charge
Smoke him and his b*tch in his backyard
VERSE 2: MC Ren
A nigg*'s sittin on the curb
Hear that nigg* come bumpin with the suburb
Got my on point, same he be fkin hoes with
And rollin up the blunts when he wanna get lit
Homie, when that nigg* put the mutahfka in park?
That's the signal, little nigg*, pump 3 in his heart
Don't feel s**t, cause it's real s**t, he a b*tch
in the hood doin bad while he gettin rich
Off this s**t we be killin fo'
Can't make a move less this muth*fka say so
nigg*, fk that, I'm runnin this s**t
I'ma look him in his eyes when his punk-ass gettin hit
But if you miss, nigg*, I'ma kill you
Cause if he get away, muth*fka, then we all through
fk 3 shots, nigg*, add 2
And handle what the fk you gotta do
Kill the shot caller
Man, you know we been smokin for this muth*fka
This nigg* ain't paid us s**t, man
(I know, dog)
Hold up, hold up, hold up, dog
Man, gimme the gat, I - d*mn
Hey nigg*, you got my muth*fkin money?
nigg*, fk yo money, nigg*
No nigg*, fk you
( *shots* )
Oh s**t, oh s**t...
d*mn!
VERSE 3: Tha Chill
These O.G.'s got me twisted like twizzler
Got me heated and hot, and all I'm thinkin is killin ya
Peelin ya cap back, like Starter, fool
I'm comin to get you off my block, so I pack a full
Glock with big slugs, and you know I buck no doubs
Cause you know a nigg* steelo, how I did them fools a week ago
One week passed, I'm hearin you wanna wet us
When you see Ren, Rocc, Tha Chill, you're puttin on the jetters
What the fk? These tryin to bust on me?
So I'm c*ckin up the can and ready to make them do some gas
And do some flippin, and all that
Cause out here shot call, get they as* jacked
And that's the main fact, big payback for you punk muth*fks
Disrespectin the crew, it's mandatory that I buck
Ass down from Comptown, Mr. Shot Caller
Gonna be a fast faller if he ain't a fast talker
Fast walker, or better yet better be a fast runner
Chill on the scope with the cannon, finna gun ya
Dumpin 9 to the gut like "nigg*, what?"
This ol' B.G. big baller, fk the muth*fkin shot caller
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