FLASHBACK E

Motherfuck a nigga, claim your motherfucking shit. You come at us or know fucking neck. Get hacked, As a matter of fact, turn a motherfucker's dome Blast. Prepare to meet your maker in that Motherfucking body bag. Them Detroit niggas ain't shit to be fucked with. We sticking this F-U business and making hoes feel Quick. We on the block, we turning every bitch Into quarter pound. So stay in your realm. Play and these niggas gonna come around. Them fuck with you player haters. We sporting them gators and making shit get greater Later. We tote them tech, sporting them loads. Big bomb rocks we smoke. We on the track, we sounding crack and keeping Our focus. Pull up to with a hollow tip. Sixteen round is the extra clip. Pull up to kill for beat this song. Pull to the wrong for the top the bomb. Ready to kill, man it's on my mind. Step on up, man nothing nice. It's that approach, step up to store. Load up the tech like the fifty-four. Right to garage where we hiding in the car. Long the boosie, smoke on the square. AK, it's picking out his crew. Looking my eyes, you can no fear. Catch my pivot and throw a toss. It ain't your race, boy eat the floss. Eat your body with a ditch. Pretty G, he not acting a bitch. Hold your mission like a soldier with a bulletproof Vest under covers my tears, my trigger finger Shaking. Ready for the temperature to leave out of Thirty degrees. No problems, enjoying them lumps. This window stained on the traps, understand my Feel. Big raw, big little chill, no hanging, Playing Dirty, motherfucking kill