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[CHORUS] GOODNIGHT, IS TIME TO YOU To DIE KISS--YOur--ASS--GOODBYE Now if I pull out the gat and just push your wig back I bet niggaz will stand around sayin "Damn who did that?" I'm the type nigga to dare you to touch the jack I'm the type to borrow your gat and wont give the shit back Im F to the I - F -T - Y - C - E - N - T Caress the ass gently, and back up Bentleys You thought she was pimpin, son I was in the Hamptons in a heart shaped hot tub with the bitch flappin I plan to take over New York and start expandin Was Bob Marley singin about tex when he sung "I'm Jammin'" Nigga fuck with my cash and I'ma blast yo' ass Smash the glock out the stash in the dash in mash Flee in a flash, lay low let time go past If you survive the shots I'ma find yo' ass Put the gat to your head and remind your ass I ain't playin with you, I want my money motherfucker Yo, some nigga just shot the block up dog, word? He had the same shit you got on dog, word? I know you done did it so get the fuck up outta hear, ya heard? I run with niggaz that spray and strip and say that shit You won't let us pump on your block, fuck it, we makin it hot I'm that nigga that call the shots, with the iced out watch From the cordless cell phone, and the baby blue drop I got a lot of hungry niggaz with me straight from the street Industry niggaz are startin to look like something to eat They got watches on they wrist that cost like 60 thousand My niggaz live in section eight of public housing They murder you and keep shit low cause niggaz heard of you (Some Unknown Lyrics Here) Yo, your man could have ran when I robbed him but he froze Son I ain't even rock him to sleep, the nigga dozed The bitch could have helped you get rich, but she sold now you heartbroke, that's what you get for lovin them hoes An ill flow with no beat, is incomplete, it's like a stickup kid runnin round without no heat, it like a fifth with no kick a fiend with no hit, a willie with no wit A bad bitch that won't blow dick It's like a rollie with no ice, a gamblin spot with no dice Like fuckin supermodel bitches and not bustin off twice I murda any mic device, for the right price, I'm nice I only say things once, never twice, dont fuck with me

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