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Uhhhhhh U think this tattoo on my hand is for decoration or something Way before I was a Loc, the desert eagle was already dumpin Rollin around in my droppa, Lookin out for the coppas Cuz I'm comin to pop ya, Me and this trigga U don't wanna f*ck with the King of tha Ghetto n*gga Hey Mr. Preacher, man yeah I know the bible I'm not in love with murder, I'm in love with my own survival Pardon me if I'm wrong but I really don't give a damn As long as after the bullets stop flyin I walk away with my gun in my hand N*gga don't run up on me U can die for less than that I'm about to pitch this fast ball in your head, neck, chest, and back U ain't gotta like me but I bet U gon respect me I bet I wear a dress before I let somebody check me I been runnin around this ghetto a long time And I'm doin just fine They don't hang, they drag.. I'm talkin bout these nuts of mine U ain't gotta believe me homie just run up and try me U'll be dead or hooked up to an IV Chorus : Top shotta make ur move ur body or u can loose your body Move ur body, Me no want no stress around me Move ur body or u can loose you body Top shotta got connects with weapon that'll bruise ur body SongtexteRude boy.. (what's happenin my n*gga, sh*t what's crackin) Please don't act a fool boy (Sh*t u know I'm tryna chill man but niggas lookin at me funny) Cuz we don't need no yellow tape (I feel ya) Around the dance hall tonight (Sh*t I'm tryna get f*ck up anyway) That's right...(alright) I really be tryna chill But haters be lookin at me all upside my head As if they plan on come to me dead Mistake me for my bread Before that happen I'll end up in the Feds Doin a triple life sentence for what I did with an infrared I get a rush when I bust heads up open wide I could damn near die I get a feelin all over my body just like a PCP high My weapon is with me at all times Never leave home without it Or my attitude, nothin friendly bout it U might get the best of me but I doubt it Just ain't gon happen I'm foreal bout this gangtsa shit but U just think I'm rappin Community revolution is what I'm down with, progression I know how to put my pistol down and count my blessings The graveyard is full homies that died I'll probably put yo homie there if yo homie was fuckin with mine Even though a true warrior prays for peace I'ma empty the whole clip until the day I'm deceased Chorus Aus Songtexte Mania