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Lay it down, lay it down, cocksuckers All you haters and bustas best beware 'Cause the niggas that brought you Comin' Out Hard On the Outside Lookin' In On Top of the World Space Age Pimpin' And Living Legends The motherfuckers back Guns cocked and reloaded Hmm, and they Ridin' High, bitch
Clap on (Clap on), clap off (Clap off) Got this strap willin' to knock the trap off (Trap off) Clap on (Clap on), clap off (Clap off) Got this strap willin' to knock ya cap off (Ya cap off) Clap on (Clap on), clap off (Clap off) Got this strap willin' to knock the trap off (Trap off) Clap on (Clap on), clap off (Clap off) Got this strap willin' to knock ya cap off (Ya cap off)
Big face rubber band, gimme that shit, nigga You don't need it anyway, loudmouth bitch nigga Snitch nigga at the club like he ain't done nuttin' Chest poked out, cocksucker, you don't run nuttin' Okay, I'ma pull a motherfuckin' O.J Leave the premises bloody, ride off with the yay Pray you don't ever see it unfold in your face Nigga, this shit matte black, sip it, get a taste Off wit'cha fuckin' head, dispose of the body Put the work on the street, wrist froze at the party This here certified industry, never me Disrespect, boy, you know what it's gon' be
Clap on (Clap on), clap off (Clap off) Got this strap willin' to knock the trap off (Trap off) Clap on (Clap on), clap off (Clap off) Got this strap willin' to knock ya cap off (Ya cap off) Clap on (Clap on), clap off (Clap off) Got this strap willin' to knock the trap off (Trap off) Clap on (Clap on), clap off (Clap off) Got this strap willin' to knock ya cap off (Ya cap off)
My nigga you know what it's finna be, death to my enemy Potna, you're no kin to me, tell it to the guillotine Heard you been spillin' beans, birds from the Philippines One serve, judge tellin' me he finna sentence me I ain't finna go back for nann nigga, nah One phone call, bullets comin' through your walls Play about my muh'fukin' money and that's all My niggas tote throwaways, fuck the law Goons on deck with the TECs and the sawed-off Shots to your neck, what's next, get hauled off Got 'em, shot 'em, bullets bouncin', losin' blood by the ounces Mama cryin' up a river when the news announces
Clap on (Clap on), clap off (Clap off) Got this strap willin' to knock the trap off (Trap off) Clap on (Clap on), clap off (Clap off) Got this strap willin' to knock ya cap off (Ya cap off) Clap on (Clap on), clap off (Clap off) Got this strap willin' to knock the trap off (Trap off) Clap on (Clap on), clap off (Clap off) Got this strap willin' to knock ya cap off (Ya cap off)
I'm pimp tight MJG plenty ammunition In my coat pocket, when I squeeze I'ma get attention You can talk shit, just don't put my name in it This is real life and I don't play games in it I'm a stranger to you, so you can't handle me You ain't killin' nuttin' but your homeboys and your league You can bump your gums, all that bullet talk you say Don't mean shit, muh'fucka, this a new day You can never play like piano, you sloppy Caught you slippin' like Gianni Versace I'm like The Wire, you don't wanna start shit I get a dyke to kill you and dump you in some apartments
Clap on (Clap on), clap off (Clap off) Got this strap willin' to knock the trap off (Trap off) Clap on (Clap on), clap off (Clap off) Got this strap willin' to knock ya cap off (Ya cap off) Clap on (Clap on), clap off (Clap off) Got this strap willin' to knock the trap off (Trap off) Clap on (Clap on), clap off (Clap off) Got this strap willin' to knock ya cap off (Ya cap off)
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