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Let's get some shit out to the forefront Better not talk behind the store front You motherfuckers picked the wrong one Big mistake, I think you niggas made the wrong one These niggas talking about burners like we don't own those Blasting this fully automatic, that's soul drums You motherfuckers picked the wrong one Big mistake, I think you niggas made the wrong one They say if money didn't change you, you ain't make enough They say if you ain't down to bust then never say it's tough Got a black bitch with a body, name her Nina Skill Don't do the back and forth racket, but Serena will There's some couple rules I'mma share with you two Know, niggas gon' hate you for whatever you do To let it off you gon' need a right hand and the right wrist And using the beam mean there was a chance that you might miss A nigga wanna send me a message, have it delivered to me Ticket on the coupe, sheriff ain't even give it to me They want me killed, I'm ready for it Means I've written my will, so I'm ready for it But I'm real so be ready for it [?] is a sport Camouflage and the cameras, some batteries, we ramming doors We ain't amateurs at all I flew but said my mans in the accord SongtexteThat's tha plan moving forward Til' I learn to get these hammers on board, dawg? Let's get some shit out to the forefront Better not talk behind the store front You motherfuckers picked the wrong one Big mistake, I think you niggas made the wrong one These niggas talking about burners like we don't own those Blasting this fully automatic, that's soul drums You motherfuckers picked the wrong one Big mistake, I think you niggas made the wrong one Tell them bitches they can all come Three ain't mind sharing as long as I get them all to come One was an alcoholic the way she was drinking all the rum Two live together Uptown, but be on Fordham some Scooped them from the Bronx, and that's more bed and breakfast fan What was ironic was these bitches couldn't put egg to pan [?] thing got naked to tan Or maybe to skinny dip but she ain't wanna wear the pants I mean I pulled up to the block, swore I was never Neverland Hard wood all over the crib, stepped in the metal and Gave here the "I've been missing you"-dick, she never left again Now the bitch depressed again, I don't need the stress again Steal from Rage might as well send it back I got shooters everywhere, where you gonna spend it at? murder Still a reason they made the dress code Figure I ain't wanna spread bloodshed on nice clothes Let's get some shit out to the forefront Better not talk behind the store front You motherfuckers picked the wrong one Big mistake, I think you niggas made the wrong one These niggas talking about burners like we don't owe those Blasting this fully automatic, that's soul drums You motherfuckers picked the wrong one Big mistake, I think you niggas made the wrong one Aus Songtexte Mania