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Ah yeah, this DJ Rob bangin' this motherfucker. I gotta send a shout out to my nigga Pug 'cause I forgot to send a shout out To him like this, you know what I'm sayin'? But uh, I wanna holla. On to the court, court, on The Court. Stop, stop, stop writin' and Write. Steady creepin', elbows deep and it's cold in The chest Pass the harsh smokin' cess, jack and Peepin' game I got nuts but I'm sane, I Wanna keep the crib Start a new life but Mama's home alone It's been twenty years since she Been my daddy wife But my time has come, Packin' bags missin' only one I gotta get the Job done but I'm still my mama's son I Pack my Bible like a good disciple 'Cause I Know I'm gonna do some dirt Some fool is Comin' short with the money So it's time I Put in work I kick the door, he's beggin' For forgiveness I'm leavin' for a witness, two shots Rang out Three tears from his eyes to his Mouth I tied a note over his throat, no Last words spoke He died on the I kick The door, he's beggin' for forgiveness I'm leavin' For a warrant, two shots rang Out On On to the court, to the court, on To the court