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Fee Fi Foe Fum, cause I came to slam God damn, its time for you to learn about the man I peep punks off pursuadin niggaz to pick a place Huh, on the one here comes to gun to your fuckin face Cause I catch deep on the streets when I creep And if by chance I happen fall asleep, don't try ta wake me Lord for bid I got a grudge on these white folks For holdin my niggaz and forcin niggaz to sell dope So I must flush in a rush all this hush hush I'd rather hear some noise when I go for the bum rush Strike 1, strike 2, motherfuckin strike 3 Words from that nigga DMG hey you remember G 6-1's how I stand a hundred and sixty pounds Pretty with my thangs, when I be gettin down Call me good, call me bad, or call me what you want Cause any way that it goes I still get what I want Take out him, take out you, take out your fuckin crew Pop a soda, pop a brew, and pop a honkey too Ressurect you can bet that I can break a neck With my hands in demand but I ain't finished yet I got the skills to deal when I feel On the real to real I kill when my lyrics bring dollar bills I breaks em off, breaks em off somethin proper Proper dopper somethin like a Burger King Whopper I ain't bullshittin Songtexte[CHORUS] Uh, yeah, I ain't bullshittin 6-4-5 13 91 Is the number you can call, to reach the nigga with mega balls, huh Never bullshit just toss me another clip So I can like fill this shit, and swallow a niggaz lip I got em sewed, got em sewed, got em sewed up Tear a niggaz dome up, watch a nigga fold up DM to the motherfuckin G Hardcore motherfucker when approached by an MC Homicidal black man, suicidal trigger man Menace to society I ain't takin no shorts man Niggaz call me lunatic, bitches call me ludocris Fags call me devlish but I'm stickin to a lunatic As I transfer lyrics bad as cancer Big staya hatcha I been waitin ta chance ya Huh, right now I'm rollin like a light Little penny niggaz gettin bucked so this nigga'z gettin smack by my presence I'm in the essence of a nigga The one who pulls triggas and if he's bigga I pull another trigga 6-8's how he stood full of indo Heads fat as bricks, enough to shatter your window 2 or 3 slugs to his face, then he hell squirt 7 more shots to the dick, put it in the dirt Cause in the ghetto I'mma say you never say ya chicken And DMG is on this here and I ain't bullshittin [CHORUS] Nuff rocks out to my nigga Stuff, B Quick, Scarface And Mad Ron rest in peace my nigga, I love ya man And I'm out Aus Songtexte Mania