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feat. 8 Ball, David Banner Klebefolie [Magic] Yeah Didn't think I was coming back this hard, right? Body Head, Bad Boy Fore I leave
[Chorus: Magic] Stern basteln I'ma take him out back, buck him up good Make him respect my god damn hood Let's Roll, They bout to call them people, tell them niggaz Lets Roll, They bout to call them people
[8 Ball] Fat boy hoes choose quick when I hit the door kindergeburtstag ideen Jealous ass niggaz frown up, can't control they hoe My crew thick, full of boys who ain't never scared Niggaz who be frontin, give um something for they big head Shots of Patrone, boyz blowed from the buzz blow Keep your demo, your fucking with my buzz joe We getting tipsy, looking for lips that wanna wrap around A rapper in your town, get your friends, it's going down Kunststoffbehälter We strictly pimpin, poppin hot ones til the clip is empty ESC on twenty-sixes or the black bentley I practice ripping mics and know these cats cannot see me I'm doing this shit so fucking sweet, I make it look easy From the city where they sing the blues and move keys Fuck what you heard, I'm the shit in Memphis, Tennessee I'm coming hard, that's the only way I know to do it Strampelsack I only flash down when I no I longer shoot it
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[Magic] Whatcha know about Breaking bottles and making weapons just to stay alive Lomberg Ratingen Belt buckles and brass knuckles born from the nine Swangin bows and hitting hoes, hoping niggaz see On the end of my elbow is where you don't wanna be Right song and right liquor, nigga getting sluck See, we don't get crunk, my niggaz get buck I'm a regular shit starter Born and baptized in the purest of firewater Immobilien Baden-Baden Shellhouse mentality, get it or get it got Either your wit it or your not, but you know I'm bout Jumpin off in the crowd, goin to war with the First nigga that speak out, breakin their fuckin jaw I'm from the mighty ninth ward of New Orleans And a ass whippin is the only thing that I offer Never lookin for trouble, trouble lookin for me Since y'all asked for it, fore I leave
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[David Banner] Raise my middle finger, screaming nigga, "Fuck all y'all" I got my bullets thinking, "Shit I can't duck all y'all" Let the hammer fall flat til your brain on the wall They gonna have to swim through blood like fins from jaws To the south part of Atlanta, do I let that nigga go? Hell no, that's what that nigga get for acting like a hoe Or a bitch or a slut, mayne go and get some nuts Just so you can let 'em hang and get them fuckers cut Off of your body, off of your frame, mayne stop it Your pistol like a pussy in church, you never pop it My finger fuck the trigger, my nigga lets get it on I run up in your home and slap your ass with the chrome What the fuck? you want it, go and knuckle up I'll take those signs and leave ya laying in the dust Or like a baby daddy, gat'll pop you in the mouth Fuck shit, that nigga still screaming for a shout
