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(feat. Trae, Will-Lean & Black Al Kapone) (*talking*) Yeah, you'll never take a nigga like me alive nigga I'm a soldier nigga, I ain't the type of nigga that complain nigga I roll with the punches ya dig, my nigga Z-Ro on the track I got my nigga Will-Lean, in the building The Black Al Kapone, is in the building nigga You know the label, Clover G's is the label that pays me [Will-Lean] I'ma slip and slide, this clip inside This 4-5 focused on your face, then split the side Cause this infrared gon chase, and follow your ride It's beef I'm serving nigga, so swallow your pride Will-Lean the Chemist boy, you know the name Screwed Up Click afilliated, who showed you the game Lyrical assault like my glock, spitting holes through your frame Like the dope and the caine, running through your nose and your veins I'm throwing out flames, like a gallon of propane With a guillotine nigga, that'll open your brain Open the range on your spot, stand and scoping your stang Call the cops, I'll have you wishing and begging to open they canes Watch your mouth nigga, when you speaking my name I'm deep in the streets, so you know I'm deep in the game They'll find your remains, dumped beaten and slained SongtexteA Clover G motherfucker, block bleeding this game [Hook - 2x] You'll never take me alive How many homies in the hood, down to ride You swallow a bullet bitch, or swallow your pride You better tell these niggaz, that I'm from the Southside Nigga, you damn right [Black Al Kapone] Kapone gon ride with my G's, till these wheels fall off And when our wheels fall off, we gon kill y'all boys We some game spitters, bitch getters hit niggaz Six figgas fir this ice, this is our life you nigga Push a Maybach, in dry weather Ever since I got shot, I keep my Baretta (nigga you better) [Lil' Flip] Cause the streets, ain't a mo'fucking joke It's like the City of God, lil' kids'll kill you for a bag of dope The Southside in this bitch, and we all high You want beef, them bullets fly and y'all all die Cause I don't think you understand, who you fucking with Since I was 10, I was taught not to trust a bitch This rapping made me rich, I know you hate that Three million in nine months, can you make that I'm clocking do' and copping O's, of that white widow I catch you in your sleep, and leave your brains on your pillow So stop fronting, like I won't pop heat Cause it's 25 guns, if I'm fifty deep And it's 25 knives, I'll poke you nigga I'm a worldwide player, you a local nigga You better play your position, before you come up missing Cause my niggaz put in work, and homie ain't no snitching Oh yeah did I mention, y'all can kiss my ass And I own a Maybach, so you can keep that Jag [Trae] It ain't too many that'll ride for me, so I'ma keep this beat put to my back On the blocks repping A.B.N., full time and it ain't no doubt about that I done seen the worst, seen niggaz get dropped in a hearse Seen niggaz try to get self on wax, and get fucked off trying to sell a verse Really they tripping, speaking on my name will get you put in situations Anticipations of a ass-whooping, so now you sitting back waiting Hold up cat the Mack cocked back what you talking, G-type shit that's what I'm walking Some of these niggaz wanna try to blend in, then end up getting outlined in chalk and Now what was that all about our cutters, swear that you was running shit But now you done metaled with these guerillas, why the fuck is you running bitch It ain't hard to see that we bone hard, just like my nigga named Curtis And for that I gotta greet ya, Asshole niggaz at your service [Z-Ro] Now it been too many niggaz lately, acting like they wanna do me some harm But since I'm always heavily armed, it just remain cool to keep my calm Promise it ain't nothing for me to drop a bomb, on a whole block Everybody saying all sides, is about to recieve a series of callico shots So recievingmissly y'all ain't gon never take me alive I'ma squeeze and make a nigga leak in the street Cutter from push-up's and backarms That's why I knock out niggaz teeth in the streets I stay focused and pack all three of my guns, I'm complete when I creep These hoes love the D-Boy, so it make they pussy get wet and leak when I speak If I gotta make an appearance, you better believe it'll be brief and discrete Hop in the murder mobile, and slide through like a thief in the N-I-G-H-T It's so many motherfuckers mad, cause I got money at first it was funny But I bet if they could catch me slipping, they would try to take it from me But I got news for ya, they gon see picking out a suit and shoes for ya I'm bout, to get rude with ya Bitch I'ma keep on clocking cash Keeping the Khakis creased cruising quickly in the Crentley Y'all niggaz ain't never gon take me alive As soon as I clear this bitch it's empty [Hook - 2x] Aus Songtexte Mania