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All These, All these fuck niggas I just follow them With semi grams. Steppin' up in the trench, we finna be dead Before we layin' down. Smokin' heavy since when The night fall. Just got plugged off no nine, put some bags Up hall. We is buggin', then we tear the Nigga down shreds. Runnin' down the hill, just to turn around and Then they gate. We is buggin', then we have to pipe tight. Makin' niggas fold up and they blowin' just like Dynamite. We is buggin', then we smoke him and Then one time. Boy tried to get my scrill, But just smoke him on the spot. See his brother next and we gon' have him- No free treason Hoes. No Free treason got- Treason Free, free, treason. Stand