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(Intro) Yeah, yeah! What up, son? Oh, word? You fuckin' with her, right? Uh, that bitch is crazy, B She do anything, nigga That bitch eat cookies in the bed and all that shit, man Be careful, man word up, man Aight? Hold it down, hold it down, one (Verse 1) So when it's over, we demandin' our weapons Stop, cock, shoot now I'm in the Ghost of perfections Smooth Willie chillin' with his Spartans Park in front of your bitch, squeeze her tits, move aside, pardon Paid niggas don't talk, just straight to the bar Buy the whole shit out, then light up a bark Colorful kings, wardrobes is different from yours You don't want no beef, better take it to Moe's Put the drink on the side and said what? My mans with the turban on mouth froze, y'all niggas is fucked He was my son out of Gun Hill, I know him through Tek If it's the last thing we do we gon' get at his neck Bartender give me the check, keep him right here, I'll be back SongtexteNow everybody knowin' I'm connected Hopped in the Seven, left 57 on my wools This is personal niggas don't fret (Hook) One more man gon' die tonight One more hand gon' rob tonight If it's a M on the table I'm down Yo, don't be yappin' off at the mouth When niggas don't see through the round One more man gon' die tonight One more hand gon' rob tonight If it's a M on the table I'm down Yo, don't be yappin' off at the mouth When niggas don't see through the round (Verse 2) Eatin' Kentucky Fired, lucky guy, him and his kid From the first bite a bullet would've flew through his wig Beast move, chill, wait for the kids Older nigga not that stupid I see the gun on his rib Fuckin' catch him by the crib, yo, he live with his whiz She the bow-legged stripper bitch we fingered and lived For a buck she will guzzle your kids And let you kick it to him, pour a Heineken up in this shit This wack-ass nigga frontin', he actin' all bitch Behind the walls, niggas pissed on him, gave him the biz Just a tough guy frontin' cause he famous and shit Back in '89, baby crimes, rapin' some shit We should've killed him then He dusted, look at his piff I should've milked him right there and then Fuck it, son - yo, guzzle the gin Let's make the movie occur, then blow up in the spur, yellin' win (Hook) One more man gon' die tonight One more hand gon' rob tonight If it's a M on the table I'm down Yo, don't be yappin' off at the mouth When niggas don't see through the round One more man gon' die tonight One more hand gon' rob tonight If it's a M on the table I'm down Yo, don't be yappin' off at the mouth When niggas don't see through the round Aus Songtexte Mania