You should take the cross off ya neck And pray to Jesus I'm breaking every rapper up to like 80 pieces I done sat in the cell and stared at the wall And I swear to god I'll air all of y'all I live by the sword and the pistol Summer time I'm outside with niggas with pit bulls I don't smoke the haze if it ain't got the crystals Look at my eyes you can tell that I'll lift you I'm in the DB9 when I'm coming to get you I'm with my Arab man and he holding the missiles I'm saying fuck all of y'all If you don't understand let make it real clear I'm saying what to all of y'all No more videos or them silly hoes Riding on your dick when I cut all of y'all The game too pussy I think it need change I wanna see the barrel flame til' their brain gets mushy East Coast Ghost ain't no other rapper in the game That you know play the streets so close Still bring pain Five more shots than y'all mother fuckers do in that Max Payne game Anybody front I'm knocking em' out D-Blockin' em' out that means I'm a snatch his chain
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All y'all food and SP's hungry Your face can get this 8 or SP's lungy Don't compare him to me Unless he's grungy I bring him to the bridge and just say he bungy You don't wanna problem with dog dog Trey pound seven nine mil or the four four Listen up I like y'all muh-fuckers to pop shit Talk about the Ghost I'm a piss on your top lip Why get dropped in your drop whip Feel me if I feel like you bitch Then I'm leaving you topless I ain't gon' lie I be ego trippin' Anything that make it jump have the Eagle spittin' This year they better hide the pretenders Niggas only ride in their vehicles And grind in their blenders I came home August Niggas should be happy for the mother fuckin' fact they ain't die in September Only time I play is when I'm with the kids When I say I'm spraying the nine that's what it is And I'm still making heroin sales,plus haze too Nine mil laser send you to Jesus This shits a book I'm the crook writing it Know your man died when we turned on to page two Fuck around get laid down Cause ain't nothing in the world like a big trey pound, what