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I don't step in the name of love, I only step in the name of my thug Stuffed the opp inside a wood this shit keep fucking up my lungs I can't cut off my lil' yuh, she gon' suck it till I cum If I die today, the realest nigga breathein my lil' son Free my niggas out them cells, facing 23 and one I just talked to gang the other day, say he can't see the sun Every dog got his day, I'm just waiting for mine to come Most my niggas step in blood, told me they want all guns Told her suck it with no hands, baby, I want all tongue This lil' bitch got turtle mouth, I really think she all gums I've been out trying to see murder since I heard my brother dead ARP got a short temper, clip long as a baby leg Up this bitch smoother than silk, this shit gon' shock it hit his head Tryna cut my lil' bitch off, but this bitch got some special head Think she need some special ed, this lil' chop got special grip Every time I shoot, it's knock down, grip his bitch with special hands I got grams of the sand and my gang got special tan Pop this perf and I get booted, baby, these my special meds If one shoot, we all shoot, one band, one sound like Dr. Lee I ain't trippin, bout no beef, lil' woadie pass that chop to me In the backseat, out the window, tryna knock some off his feet We was masked up on them hits before Pooh shiesty wore the ski Yeah, before Pooh shiesty wore the ski We was masked up on them hits before Pooh shiesty wore the ski All my niggas shoot it, one band, one sound like Dr. Lee Yeah, slide off with a cougar in the backseat like I'm Ricky Bobby If I up my gun, you know how many shots, this shit gon' come behind it Bullets hit his head, this ain't no game, bitch, you can't rewind it Granny told me that I lost my mind and I been tryna find it Yeah, I ain't even gon' talk about the dope, but this is what it is To keep it real, I really ain't no rapper, this the life I live Stand up on your ten and every loss, you take it to the chin In this life we live, you only gettin' that what you put in it Yeah, I put my mix in it, broke my wrist in it Baby asked me why my pants sag, cause I got Blick with me Choppa bullet with the red tips, I flip a big nigga I keep talkin' to the dog like I'm Dr. Dolittle Yeah, yeah, yeah I keep talkin' to the dog like I'm Dr. Dolittle What's a big dog to a pup? You little niggas too little Mm-mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm, yeah