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Load 'em up and let the choppers ride Them niggas talking but they not outside Last nigga went and dissed my homie bet his mama cried That shit that happened to my brodie left me traumatized So if you try to get up on me then it's homicide Catch you lacking on our side then we ain't playing fair If you ever cross that line you better off staying there Did him dirty on the drive now he just laying here We ain't playing fair Trying to tell the opposition we ain't playing fair 'Member posting on the block I used to stay in there 'Memeber days was skipping school I never made it there And if you say we got a problem we can take it there Had to quit codeine my parents hate the lean I'm poppin percocet I don't wanna face the demons I was told to kill the opps they never gave a reason Tay600 up them Rugers got my name from squeezing I hit her once I'm leaving, yeah Dick in her mouth she teething, yeah These niggas fake I see it, yeah I jumped yo gate I need it, yeah If we got a problem it's man to man I don't ever sell no drugs I don't do the hand to hand Ride through the drive you see them sticks look like Afghanistan Get yo car blicked roll down yo window tryna aim at heads Songtexte Load 'em up and let the choppers ride Them niggas talking but they not outside Last nigga went and dissed my homie bet his mama cried That shit that happened to my brodie left me traumatized So if you try to get up on me then it's homicide Catch you lacking on our side then we ain't playing fair If you ever cross that line you better off staying there Did him dirty on the drive now he just laying here No we ain't playing fair I see the fake up in yo eyes Niggas say they real but they be fu up in disguise Acting like they with you but they part of yo demise When my homies switched up man it caught me by surprise, they love the lies But i was told to speak the truth It's 3am I'm still recording in the booth I'm laughing at these niggas cause they funny like a spoof And if you see him with me then you know that he gone shoot On my left wrist you see a rolly face Talk to my son because I know he straight I'm trying to get it to them golden gates I ran it up but I got more to make They on a shorter pace I gotta get a bag Run up do him dirt think it's chicken ass Never was the type to speak on what I wish I had When we catch you we gone kill you for that money bag Load 'em up and let the choppers ride Them niggas talking but they not outside Last nigga went and dissed my homie bet his mama cried That shit that happened to my brodie left me traumatized So if you try to get up on me then it's homicide Catch you lacking on our side then we ain't playing fair If you ever cross that line you better off staying there Did him dirty on the drive now he just laying here We ain't playing fair Aus Songtexte Mania