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Real Talk Pt.3 We doing this shit from Cleveland to LA, ni*** Whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it! Thug Luv, ni***. What time is it? I don't give a f*** where you lay at, ni*** It's time to slay these bitch-made niggas! They ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is Where my thugs at? F*** niggas talkin' that shit, but I swear on my flag, ni*** it ain't on nothin' I was 16 with a M-16, pull up on a f*** ni*** start drummin' Broke lil' ni*** we ain't care about nothin', when you see me just start runnin' Just a lil' ni*** with a mask and a Glock, ni*** that's when them bands start comin' Tool on deck, so back up Cop run my name and called backup Cause he know a ni*** be strapped up I'd never put that Mac up 100 round chopper, 30 rounds popper You ain't no shooter, you ain't no robber You ain't no killer, you ain't no shotta What you shoot? What was you robbin'? Stop flexin', savage young ni***, I'm reckless F*** ni*** come in my section, put you in a box no message. Headless! I don't really give 2-fucks about you Nosey ass ni***, I was raised by the killers Youngin' 15 and he toting that 30 Had to multiply his fuckin' niggas by two Young ni*** gangbangin', in the hood flag hangin', runnin' with a 40 on his hip Nighttime lookin' for a lick. You was probably lookin' for a bitch Rattin' ass ni***, you a snitch. See it in your eye you a bitch Mouth talkin' off tough shit. Heart sayin' you ain't on shit Tote that Glock, 3 gon' get shot. Get D niggas or you gon' get got Throwin' head shots, give a f*** about an opp Execute a ni***, make his kids can watch F*** ass niggas get dropped. Realest ni*** rappin' since Pac I was really thuggin' on the block. I was really sendin' them shots F-1, F-2, F-3, F-4, ni*** even got a F-5 On the Firm, that ain't no lie. Nigga try me gon' die Hate me, I don't know why? You don't like being alive? Mob boss ni***, I'm tired Had the whole set go wild Still on that same thing, Rubber Band Money Gang Nigga wanna roll wit' me, ?? at yo' brain Nigga you lost it, Nigga don't like to be cautious Your hood's probably the softest. Start with us, ain't no pausin' Hater on my dick, get off me. Before a ni*** hide in your closet I ain't gon' do no talkin'. Answer this gun, it's callin'
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