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check check, this mics on? now when we ride hard we kickin up dust dont leave no body behind to talk, naw naw; and the only proof that my crew came through'll be the people found lyin in chalk. allow me to introduce, first crackavelli tha boss; white boy til i die whatever tha cost. i'll be a lie if i said that i never took losses; but i'm tellin tha truth when i say it dont happen often. i'll be pissin people off until they put me in a coffin; i'm a seargent in this army people listen when i'm talkin. caution!! cant you see we buildin here; actin like somethin you aint'll get you killed in here. i aint crude or rude i'm just real sincere; there's no time to worry about your fellings here. here here's some boots here here's some gear; you didnt wanna be here ya shouldnt a volunteered. we ridahs round here and we dont take to outsiders roun here; know what i mean? it's a known fact that you can get it round here; and aint nobody gone tell who did it round here! chorus 4 x i aint them goofy white boyz from tha movies; talk shit and have to kill me ( u hard?) absolutely! they call me big bill murder all bitches; commin out tha woods with the 30 aught sixes. e mack'll hit a bitch with a bar stool troy'll blind side you; tan hide you no one'll ever find you. t wayne'll take you to a construction area; steal a cement truck and use it to bury ya. sonny'll make a withdrawl put money on your dome; my boy alan vaughn put explosives on your phone. when u's in jail put a bomb on your brougham; and if it goes down i hope your moms aint home. dont make me get on the phone with ricky rodriguez; bitch ass couldnt handle vicky rodriguez. i'm not familiar with no gentle methods; you'll be identified by your dental records. crazy how life changes in just a second; 'specially if we catch you at that intersection. chorus x 4 i aint malibu's most wanted i'm nashvilles most hunted; in my nortside hide out fuckin an countin money. i got 30 hoopties that'll come round through there; light that bitch up like new year. i roll with them cold players g's in wheelchairs; get up everyday get out and go get theirs. theres a homie name d-lo somethins wrong with his leg; and they say he'll be usin cruthes til the day he is dead. but if he up in the club and some shit get said; he'll pick that crutch up and bust a bitch in his head. i got a homie name wood weigh 350; its like havin another me with me. i'll beat that ass when some shit go down; saw what are you doin put that pistol down. lex put that homemade grenade away; dam saw where are you goin with that razor blade?! chorus x 4 courage strength bravery; start this fight in the v.i.p. this story is history; and fuck everybody who disagree. we'll fight to the finish never surrender; you'll have to kill us just remember. we don't die we multiply; c dub b until we die! |