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Woah, yeah, woah, yeahWoah, yeah, woahIf you cross me and you ain't dead, you better thank GodI love Johnny to death, that's why I named my son ShaadAin't too many niggasLeft on the Eastside that I ain't robbedI wake up and hustle every day 'cause I done felt starvedWhen I was young, we stole candy, now it's homicideOn the way to splat some shit and I caught butterfliesStreets murdered all my niggas and I'm traumatizedThat's why I'm killin' all yo' niggas, I can't spare nobodyOh, you think I'm pussy 'cause I rap, huh?You want me to leave yo' brains in yo' lap, huh?Yo' bitch say she love my music 'cause I snap, huh?You get mad, you picture me hittin' her from the back, huh?Screamin', Free him, and you know your brother a rat, huh?Y'all gon' break and bend the G-code for them racks, huh?I been lettin' shit slide, now I'm amped upEverybody wanna shoot, we had to lap upI refuse to argue with niggas, I'd rather blick 'emI refuse to re-up with niggas, I'd rather strip 'emI ain't seen yo' bitch in a minute, she gettin' thickerI told her: Please don't suck on my tip'Cause that shit tickleMy youngin' lost his brotherHe ain't talkin' and I feel himI seen it in his eyes, he just wanna shoot his pistolYou say you with this gangster shit, lil' niggaThat come with itThe choppa in my room by the bed, lil' bruh, go get itWay before the rap lines, used to clap mineLeave his ass flatline, yeah, I'm on that timeNiggas get their chain snatched, they never snatched mineCrucial, where the Percs at, I need a halftime
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