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You can get the gat for this And you can get the gat for that [CHORUS] Niggaz wonder why S-P-I do or die I don't give a fuck, I'm just a nigga stayin high So why do you roll with a strap on ya side Cause these playin hatin niggaz wanna jack me for my rizzide Niggaz wonder why S-P-I do or die I'm just a young nigga and I'm tryin to get my cash on So why do you roll with a strap on ya side Cause if shit'll get too funky I might have to get my blast on It goes 1 for the treble, 2 for the funk Time to get my motherfuckin 12 gauge pump I blast off like NASA, as I rolls right past ya Bust a couple a caps and leave ya ghost like casper I peels caps like bad, comes wicked like Iz They make me hollow tipped and then they seal it with a kizz For them bootsie motherfuckers that be ridin around Hidin around the corner tryin to get a motherfucker down Wearin his adams apple like a fuckin snapple Dismantle motherfuckers, and hear they bodies crackle Laugh like a jackel as I tackle they ass With a fury of them buckshots, crackin they mask Kinda skip the drama, puts bodies in freezers like Jeffrey Dahmer SongtexteYou can get the gat for that kidnap your mama The big mack from the itty-bitty city Niggaz actin shitty so I licks em with my nitty [CHORUS] Stick that nigga, I told my DJ Xtra Large As we pull some niggaz car up out his own garage I stack them niggaz up in them hearses like a can a sardines 2000 dollars a body, I'm for hire if you got the green "Ya got the mad buy, my millimeter to say 187, comin wicked leavin black much day" I don't be fuckin with them niggaz who be shady n shit Better stock that grip and an extra clip and a bottle a hindu to sip on Trip on this nigga that's leavin' em dead in the alley Whats your murder penal code? 781 here in Cali Red rum, we hit'cha and we give ya some See mosta these niggaz up in my set, we bustin dum-dums My uzi eats em up and spits em out, fuck a title bout I'm pullin my gat up out a fist fight with out a doubt Cause I ain't playin, fightin is fuckin around I'd rather bust and leave your ass 6 feet up under ground [CHORUS] [G-Nut] Yeah, its the G-Motherfuckin Nizzo, that nappy headed nigga They got me lookin up over my shoulder now man I gotta strap I ain't be shady, playa hataz hate me Bitches snitchin, heh, it really ain't the same But um, Spice told me once, him and DJ Xtra Large, they told me That I can get the strap for this And that I can get the strap for that And that's what the fuck I'm gone do I'm out this bitch man Aus Songtexte Mania