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What u niggaz thought Gots some bill like bitches on the under Tryin' to keep it on the slunder 'cuz I made you wonder If I was down 'cuz I rap, now what that mean? I'm 'bouts to raise up out the hood and leave my 17 Shot glock on the block like I want peace The only peace I'm gon' get is when I'm deceased So you still punkin' yeah if I got to Trigger finger itchin' and I just might pop you Glock to a muthafuckin' head in the 9-5 Oh so you gon' buck 'em down just so you can stay alive I thought you knew but these fools keep crossin' me And I be feelin' like the devil got lost in me When I flash so nigga you a killa Mamas and babies, they say I'm crazy 'cuz I give a Nigga one chance not to fuck wit me 'Cuz when you fuck wit me, I gots to take your whole family Man you sick, naw I ain't got shit to lose It ain't no rules, I been locked up in county blues All they can do is send me to the pen with a lunch To get my guts and walk the yard with my folks I'm gettin' smoked but the judge give me 25 When I get caught, I'mma blast what u niggaz thought Bring the chalk (Bring the chalk) Scrape the bodies off the asphalt (Scrape the bodies off the muthafuckin' asphalt) It's on when you're in my zone, what u niggaz thought (What u niggaz thought) Bring the chalk (Bring the chalk) Scrape the bodies off the asphalt (Scrape the bodies off the muthafuckin' asphalt) It's on when you're in my zone, what u niggaz thought (What u niggaz thought) Man you nationwide, why you still kickin' it? 'Cuz Niner Ross got a 30 round clip in it And we can take 10 paces then draw 'Fore you turn around, I take 2 and blow off your jaw Ain't nothin' fair in the hood I dare a nigga to stare at the barrel of my hair pin trigga and square up Watch his body flare up like some [Incomprehensible] Heart pumpin' kool-aid now he's sweet as sugar kane I thought you was quiet but now I see you in the violence Killas don't talk, real niggas move in silence And I'mma silently creep upon these niggas slowly And split the funeral money, [Incomprehensible] Homie don't ya know me? I'm that nigga wit the weapons Y'all can have them hoes, I'm thinkin' fuck the Smith and Wessons Just feel my nuts and get to splittin' half a bloody bath Is what you get for crossin' my path as I bail and laugh Niggas like you get smoked everyday I'm one of the walkin' dead any muthafuckin' way I don't even trip when them fools be muggin' me They wanna see the thug in me, dead with a slug in me It's do or die, slip, creep or be crept on Makin' 'em swallow 32 hollow tips when the swept on Rollin wit they heater if fools get smoked, it ain't my fault Plottin' and catchin' a mutha-fucka slippin' what U niggaz thought Bring the chalk (Bring the chalk) Scrape the bodies off the asphalt (Scrape the bodies off the muthafuckin' asphalt) It's on when you're in my zone, what u niggaz thought (What u niggaz thought) Bring the chalk (Bring the chalk) Scrape the bodies off the asphalt (Scrape the bodies off the muthafuckin' asphalt) It's on when you're in my zone, what u niggaz thought (What u niggaz thought) What they be thinkin' when they see you creepin' through the streets? They wanna split me but they know I'm boxin' wit my heat And under my seat, it's in my lap, I got it cocked back Whatever the destination, can't be lose 'cuz they be peelin' caps Yeah, I feel you, naw, I don't even feel myself So quick to blast, I can't get smoked unless I kill myself Damn I lost my mind when I bought my nine Fill it up with a thirty round