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Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves Ready ta pap you if we have to daily Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves Ready ta pap you if we have to daily Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves Ready ta pap you if we have to daily Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves Ready ta pap you if we have to daily Ready be offin and we coughin And uhh, all of us pray Follow me murderous guage Follow me murderous ways Steadily pumpin' Mossberg peelers kill ya Po po roll silent so Pop pop outta the window we roll Little Ripster realer stalkin Better off this way Tossed off in the coffin and bagged Slang on the darkside man Bang on the darkside man Outta the thuggish ruggish city runnin with mail When I bail back to my lair with a 12-guage Mossberg pump and shells Yell bloody murda murda comin' ta serve ya Runnin' with gats and bats and poles And if I hit the roses I withdraw Cause it's on and I crept and I came up Remember that killa that nigga named Leatherface Now if you a thug nigga pick up ya pump and buck it But the bitch ain't done begun to fuck it Nigga we Trus and we bout to be shuttin' this rap thang down Neva takin' no shorts or losses man No way no how poppin now I step in the clique and I doubt if I change my daily thang Nigga don't hang with the phony busta niggas Only roll with thugstas, killas Speakin of killas me sneak and me snuck And me murda them every time now Bodies be dug up in dumpsters execution double nine style Hey, say give it up to the niggas Who steadily slangin' that yayo, bankroll When the po-po roll that's when you lay low When the po-po roll that's when you lay low When the po-po roll that's when you lay low Nigga shoulda seen the Bone done came and touched down Came up with a plan now we creepin' up outta me hometown Me hate to be leavin' the Glock Glock now But I'm livin' so low down Bone gotta roll out We livin' like Trus Give it up to tha bang, always stay down for my thang And I still remain the same Never gon' change on my hood I claim Nigga done jumped in the game It's straight up confusing cause niggas be shady Nigga still gotta watch his back daily Even mo' lately, but they can't break little Layzie So a nigga stay focused I gotta get paid The buddah it run me forever me blaze Thuggin' in my murderous ways Prison or gauge let the buckshots spray We Tru to this day No Shorts and No Losses was meant nigga not played (Bottom line niggas) And Cleveland in yo face And nigga we rollin' wit Ruthless in the nine For the pain for the gain For the love of money fuck the fame We peeped game we crept and we came Bone crept and we came wit a gang bang Told you get down for them thangs man But Bone still kick it with the same Trues Thuggin' on the Glock Glock ain't shit change Buck 'em fuck 'em put 'em in the ground way down, lay down Busta, nigga don't be tryin' no dumb shit Bone still be pumpin' them daily slugs at ya Creepin' up outta the hood Rolled to the West Coast wit this rap shit nigga made good Thinkin' on the nine-nine reachin' for my nine Reachin' for your shit wish you would Pumpin' them slugs, put 'em in the body bag Nigga down fo' yo cash nigga that's yo life Nigga it's like that when my shit clap One to the temple straight to the mind Bailin' down the Claire gettin' much love, needing mo bud Gotta sell me some dum dum smoke Me meaning that yum yum dope And it ain't shit to swang some thangs Puttin' my guage in your throat Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves Ready ta pap you if we have to daily Bailin' for safety we make it and chill Ah nigga stay down for my thang bang Sendin' me bullets up in the brains ah the bustas Hustlas so nigga never trust us we the muthafuckin' thugstas Strugglas 12-guage pumpstas, takin' no shorts or no losses Nigga the fifth dog, no tame swang (gotta get mark) Insane, so many hoes done took ah loss Nigga get tossed by the boss And I'm off the when I put it down Bone Wanna fuck wit a thug ya wrong On the ground they lay when I spray that chrome Bullets they fly, niggas they die I'm coming up willing to ride got mine East ninety nine off inna that crime Where the thugstas find they time to grind Droppin' a dime, packin' a nine, and ready to bang Pullin' the trigga to blow out ya brain Bone gotta gain man we crept and we came We crept and we came We crept and we came We crept and we came... Bailin' for safety we make it and chill Bailin' for safety we make it and chill Bailin' for safety we make it and chill