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Armed and dangerous, wanna kill Meech, better aim it up Most of these rap niggas hating u Feel like I got six people living inside my cranium Help me, I see dead people, I'm talking them Benjamins Six senses just ain't enough I need a bad b***h, about a billion buck Telling me I been a monster, man, that boss, man My sonograms full of solid granite, them gold fangs, that real shit No hologram when you talk slick, you get hit with extra gram Bu-buck shot and then they gon' bounce Some ducked down, some niggas ra Came in this game talking shit , acid tab, hashish bricks Glorious Thugs+Glorious Thugs+C*****e-sip, weed in my lungs, easy flip, I got the right plug All these drugs, I got to like one All this beef, I got the right punch What situation is the right one? What you gon' do, die or run? 7 A.M., woke in the morning with Hen' and caffeine and green and nicotine Waiting for this pack, got to fit the whole team Five-O on my back, gotta make it best, man Little stress here, bit of stress here Got a 9 milli weapon for protection to kill niggas off, no question Nah, niggas is announcing the brown skin Man, this no bullshit, they scared of us And they took a right to not give a **** Someone loaded up 'til my trigger bust And they been down for us, just how a nigga bust Shout-out to my niggas on the corner with the raw Trying to make a little living 'bout what a nigga can't afford Who put them drugs in the hood, anyway? Who told these people we ain't shit everyday? They start the trend and we followed in 'Fore the copper chopper trying to hollow me These bars ain't ready, gotta call 'em in My pack funky, that parliament Put Pall Mall grandfather cigs, Paul Wall, my grill is Tipping my verses, my b*****s get serviced We vicious, we serpents, we ripping this Earth shit Uh, this is how I operate, no MD, just emcee Been contemplating this architecture Been all semester, they ignored the message Leave shorty wet, my stain on Balmain All of my niggas are shooters, they aim Full of description, your fists where they missing My ism is torture, we live in the system Where niggas in prison for pushing her down Shooting to kill, gunning 'em down Who can distinguish what is on ground? Smoking this shit and my arm in Rick Ow' Carry that shit like I'm holding an "O" A nigga talking reckless, same, we smoking Dutches On a certain substance, balling on a budget Give you a minimum when you exhibit a criminal mimic And miracles, they get demerited They made the liberty's privilege The live is the image of indigo Niggas is wild on this side Don't be surprised when I silence the scene with six shooters As soon as you fetch your money machine, mother****er
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