(*talking*)
Ah-ah, Cut Throat to the mother*******
Bone gristle, you understand me
************* another *************, ************* em
[Hook]
Mother************ * you, and your *************s
Cause me and my *************s, we terrorize ******* ******s
Mother************* you, and your *************s
Cause me and my * ************s, we ride or die *************s
[Soulja Slim]
I spray gats like raid, when the roaches come out
You wanna ************* with the team, then the coaches come out
Holes in your mouth, bullets leaving holes in your house
Ice block so cold, *************s catching a gout
Set I trends, ******* two cat eyed friends
Getting brain in the back, of the cat- eyed Benz
Black eyed lens, looking like M-I-B
When I be, stomping through your VIP
H.N.I.C., represent that MP3
************* you, you aint getting nothing from me
But hot lead to your dome, black thick and chrome
Thats all I tote, sticky-ayo thats all I smoke
Now there I go rambling, but I could back it up fast
Catch you in the club, I scuffle your ************* ass
Brigadors be down to die for me, soldiers be down to ride for me
Bistanders do get hit, no apologies
[Hook - 2x]
[Curren$y]
Now when the 4-4s, come out
Youd think your whole click was Ludacris, the way they rolling out
Its Curren$y the Hot Spitter, I control the South
Look at who I be around, then youll know what Im bout
Brah you dont want me, to come through
Cause one pop out the glock , I'll leave your fat head with a sun roof
Please understand me, brah when my album drop
Me and C-Murder, bringing guns to the Grammys
Hoes loving on me, so these *** **********s cant stand me
But they know I got the heat, like Miami
Hot Spitter got loot, growing like mildew
That with the cameras, instead of the rearview
Hit you point blank range, I aint even near you
My *************s aint from Pitt*************urgh, but well steal you
Riding on chrome, all 21 and up
Yours under 18, cant even get in the club so
[Hook - 2x]
[Tre-Nitty]
Murder instincts we speaking, tweaking
And leave a *************, leaking on the concrete
You run up with cowards, all I got is one ******** ***** behind me
At a time to cover my back, and other than that
Aint too many *************s, gon cover my tracks
So I feed him, with a long handle
Man Im in the desert, and surviving is a strong gandle
So I cant be walking, in the wrong sandles
Feeling like all I got, is me myself and I
Dont know too many, that I can leave my wealth and die
Empty, cause I know that drama will only increase
And whos gonna carry me, when Im trapped under them bed sheets
Sealing the sheets with hot blood, *************s steady saying they got love
And Im the one laying with hot slugs, ************* t Ive been there
And any ************* that I ************* with, is just like me
So when we beefing , thats the ************* you just might see
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moth A **** you