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[Buddy Roe]Now I gotta let you have itRappin' fire from my automaticNow I gotta let you have itRappin' fire from my automatic[Trick Daddy]I just might have to toss this nineAcross your mindAcross that lineI'm running straight up in your mammy's house by minePuttin' this fire up in this old bitch mouth by mineAnd openin' fireAnd I ain't swearing no niggasGive the deed up until four niggasAin't sympathizing with you hoe niggasI'm just realizing what this thug shit for niggaYou in the middle of a war niggaNow I gotta let you have itThe whole clipFucking up the whole tripNow you fucking with the boogie manThis shit deeper than Nino BrownAnd I ain't see no clown Nigga nigga niggaSongtexte[Buddy Roe]Now I gotta let you have itRappin' fire from my automaticNow I gotta let you have itRappin' fire from my automatic[Trick Daddy]I got some niggas that'll bump with youPlay with your kids and eat lunch with youThen fuck around and kill your assI close shop With 2 shots from a far away glockThen leave you dead to rotIn a empty lotAnd this thug shit simply notTo be taken lightWell y'all fake less I'm taken lifeThen I'm taking offTo the old hoodTo check on a old girlTo make sure it's still all goodThen it's back to the streetsTo finish this beefLooking for them same niggas that's looking for meAnd about three blocks>From where they set up shopSell weed and lay some rocksThey got these old copsWorking they're spotsAnd young niggas on the roof with red dotsWhen me and my clique scrap and we scared not[Buddy Roe]Now I gotta let you have itRappin' fire from my automatic[Buddy Roe]I'm paranoid cause I'm hearing thingsTime servedOnly out a few months, associated with birdsThey want to pop it, I got bad nervesPeepMini-14 on the front seatYou want to be there for your kids, nigga play with itHis Grams missing, who did it, I'ma deal with itSo fuck I care about the shortyCause nigga you been knownSkip townWith my poundWith my dudes 'roundNow nigga how you playin', I done counted thatYou wanted work, all you had to do is fucking askMy cuban friendWant his endsInstead of you flipping them divedendsMaking millionsPopping thenSilly rabbitYou done started staticNow I gotta let you have itRapping fire from my automaticYou left me stuckAnd so you outta luckCause you done fucked my credit upASHES TO ASHES, DUST TO DUSTNigga what[Buddy Roe]Now I gotta let you have itRappin' fire from my automaticNow I gotta let you have itRappin' fire from my automaticNow I gotta let you have itRappin' fire from my automaticNow I gotta let you have itRappin' fire from my automatic Aus Songtexte Mania