[Intro: Trick Trick]
(This shit ain't fun)
Yeah, Ok!
Y'all didn't know what it is, nigga?
...
The game has officially change
That's right
I don't know what you thought (?)
Goon Sqwad, D12
McVay, crack they heads nigga!
[Verse 1: Swifty McVay]
This is the tales of the dark side
I talk right in front of your spot
Put a hole in your car right
I never been playing like they told
That I lean over that passenger side
It ain't rover while it's (?) I give you hoes a makeover
Pole pose a shit and his arms a break your both of them
And I'm a dash faster than locomotive
I can trespassing a ram shaking murder your families and it ain't no closure
I cast snatcher, I stop all type of transactions
When I get back on the block these niggers mashing
I got the world in my palm and I'm a smash it
Sprinkle the ashes in the atmosphere
I'm just an animal, pass it enough to grab the back of your neck
And stuff your face in a half of cake
Force you to take a breath, I care less of who you be
Or what you be for the community
We taking it over I'm on the shootin' spree
[Hook]
Time and time again I get it, speak your hustling I get it
I get I, what? I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it
Whenever I drop the line they faded
Single top of the world I made it
I made it, what? I made it, what?
Taking over this bitch and Y'all Hate it
[Verse 2: Trick Trick]
It's the return of the aggravated assault-slash-robbery
Possession with intent to deliver federal property
Another assault with intent to great (?)
And I ain't bring guilty to shit, that won't cope a plea
3 strikes seen it and motherfuck the 4th
Continue to take the 5th and I ain't going to court
Then life an outlaw on the run, what she send to do
I ever get caught I'm a...
Just for me splittin' and everyday ... 74 stitches
Just for me (?) your blood bleeds your ass, I'm a a show what a ... do
Nigga you don't wanting with me then I ain't shitting with you
Up top d cap one and black tees no holster, 30 round clip the black squeeze
Versus smell roof, looking like black cheese
I'm backing these rap niggers up with a rap sheet
[Verse 3: Bizarre]
Act yo all punches Mayweather swag
Mike Tyson attitude, Ali Jab
Back at the lab, cookin' up shit
Fucking yellow pages you ain't looking up shit
Convict lunatic, no gang banger, throw the towel in like a (?) trainer
Suck everybody's dick you ain't got no choice
I ain't T-Pain but I put something on your boys
Ak47 I shoot up your crib, get your ass in the house like Michael jacks did
Trick trick and D12, click click and see shells
5 o'clock news tested details
And fuck weed nigger I'm on angel dust
I got some talk that makes Rosa Parks get off the bus
And god forbid if I ever get shot
Give me 6 Vicodin and Michael jack son's
Bizarre, Bitch!
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Kuniva]
It's best to shut your mouth up
Bullets flying through your window
Hit your pitbull, split your sister and your sponsor
Gotta keep the hustle going, I said he fucking know me
Hollows rip your shirt like Hulk Hogan when it's nothing showing
We on the paper route, if he ain't talking right, take him out
I don't need cameras when I... your mouth
Get your patron mob, Trick Trick boom squad
D 12 loonie chop, shooting from the roof top
Gotta keep the green up, you can tell I'm seeing stuff
Making mess with you the corner player cleaned up
Do it for the gusto, what up doh
You a bitch you nigger, you can take it how you want like a slut ho
If it ain't about that green then I ain't listening
If she ain't talking about here then ain't kicking it
Way worst than he is,.. about my...
The things is you walk from the hospital while I'm visiting
[Hook]
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