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This that Doe Beezy from 2012 Lex Luger Yeah Know what, matter fact, I'ma take it back a lil' further Let's go Let me take it back to 2009 (2009) I was hitting houses but they knew not to hit mine (Fools) Had a 38 but playing off our bullets flying 'Fore you think 'bout trying, think 'bout dying I ain't capping, ask my mom (Oh really) Even though she took my gun, I bought another one (Another one) Upgraded to that Trey 57, damn, I'm troublesome (You think I'm troublesome) Look at me, ain't hard to see, you play, I'm slumbersome My ice, ain't tucking none (Fool), bitch, I'm tucking something If he run up on Doe Beezy, that's gon' get that fool hurt Put some money on my head, you gon' gеt your goon murked I don't shoot back, everybody know mе, know I shoot first Barely went to class but kept that pole tucked like a school shirt Mugging in the club, yeah, he look like he plan on touching something Reach, pussy boy, I dare you, bet we be stumping something I'll smack the taste out your mouth, think you tough or something I am not the one I thought you knew, I'm my mother's son One phone call, hundred guns start clapping Nigga try the gang, bet the birds start flapping SongtexteNever heard about Beezy, boy, you better go and ask 'em I had so much fun with choppers but So Much Fun went platinum (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt) Let me take it back to 2009 (2009) I was hitting houses but they knew not to hit mine (Fools) Had a 38 but playing off our bullets flying 'Fore you think 'bout trying, think 'bout dying I ain't capping, ask my mom (Oh really) Even though she took my gun, I bought another one (Another one) Upgraded to that Trey 57, damn, I'm troublesome (You think I'm troublesome) Look at me, ain't hard to see, you play, I'm slumbersome My ice, ain't tucking none (Fool), bitch, I'm tucking something (Oh really) I'm scared of fucking cops Acting like he savage, but he scared, he duck his opps (Pussy) All I hear is talking, never hear no fucking shots He try me, he gon' hear mops If he smart, he duck his top (Fool) Shit, let's fast-forward to 2012 No home invasion, bitch, I'm robbing, nigga, fuck a scale Big-ass gun make a pussy nigga tuck his tail Let you bust your plays all day then take it, hold this fucking L Who is these niggas? Never heard of 'em Went down for robbing, shot at my victim, I'm just glad I ain't go down for murder Had gunpowder on my hands, can't say I ain't shoot that burner Almost threw my life away, I thought I learned something Let me take it back to 2009 (2009) I was hitting houses but they knew not to hit mine (Fools) Had a 38 but playing off our bullets flying 'Fore you think 'bout trying, think 'bout dying I ain't capping, ask my mom (Oh really) Even though she took my gun, I bought another one (Another one) Upgraded to that Trey 57, damn, I'm troublesome (You think I'm troublesome) Look at me, ain't hard to see, you play, I'm slumbersome My ice, ain't tucking none (Fool), bitch, I'm tucking something Aus Songtexte Mania