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Yeah see this nigga
Come see this ol' light mothafucka
I him and I'm addicted
Disturbin' tha peace is the
tell these fake ass niggas who you are

I be dat named Luda'
Alert alert the atllien intruder
College water boy, spittin' in tha c-cooler
I jam till they deaf, they call me slick da ruler
Women indeed, ya eyes closed
'Bow blows, out dem clothes hoe
Low pros, low bows, watch out for the
And I chose, to be dat numba one contender, offender
Fuckin' up ya whole

When I you try to run
I run you try to hide
You skated the of my finger
Call me golden
Its you and I, do or die, who am I?
I got a pocket full of family stones, cats I'm sly

Oh why try, you one of dem that like to cheat death
And I'm one of dem niggaz rip up excursions
Til there is no seats
You shit out wheat chex and fart out breaths
While we darts at the bottom of y'all V-necks

Dat cries?
Oh dat is aight
Dat nigga can't fuck wit me
Let me get on da mic
Nigga, who da fuck are you

I be dat nigga bridges
Playaz wanna or go on strike 'cause of my pitches
They think I want they
But I want no pigeons
Yet pigeons can my dishes
And y'all don't want no till y'all pull out y'all extensions

Y'all in school detention Neva come out
Man I'll yo Achilles tendon and put a sock in yo mouth
'Cause we da shit in the south, they know I'm talkin' 'bout
You see we Jack and we Daniels, y'all and Ralph
twirl it out, lick it dry and tend it to flames
Not even Joshua can to war wit dis games

These bitch niggaz is lame and down wit da reigns
You all wet behind da but its a drought in ya brain
And dats tha and plain man
W dot shh
(Man dat dude lauder's got some hotter hot shh)
sh-sh-shut da fuck up
Before you get da fuck up

on man
Hold on lil
Y'all talkin' 'bout man
Shorty up at da radio station
Shorty be poppin'
Man, let the name be
Who y'all 'bout

I be dat dat lova lova
I'm than thinkin' about yo' parents sex each other
No glove, no love, betta tell yo to run for cover
So when strikes, you can be safe on a few rubbers
If you know what I
Not everybody is Mr and Mrs.
Some get like Freddie Kruger, sweat dreams
Girls backin' dey ass up now they 400 ha

Hot girl, to give to niggaz up on da block girl
you screamin' "Stop girl"
I rock worlds my 9 inch louieville slugga
wonder why they call me lova lova
Self
Ass
I bring 'em to da future like a '85 Delirium

Da Luda drug
On da prescription
You my diction
And my doctor convention
I put da stethoscope quite to yo tittie
Have yo butt checks red man Uncle Quilly

See me, see me
Ha ha ha
C E O
D T P
2-0
Fate

Shondrez-zy on da
Circle to ya boy
College park
nigga, what wha
Ahh ahh ahh