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Peep the paralized talk uh huh
Peep the paralized talk uh huh huh huh huh
Peep the paralized talk huh
Peep the paralized talk huh huh huh
Peep the paralized talk ranita cousin grimes
They say he got dealings in New york city's recent
Alphabet crimes what's funny
Son down south in north caroline cracked out
Destroyed in his mind it puzzles me sometimes
How the feds never got the whole story
Put pretend like every hand's in place like the afro of robert horry
This old lady rose swift on her toes
Pushing the forties glock nines tray fevers
Up north niggas check her out when they come home
To get their first diva uncle peter fix your old station wagon
But part timer'll break down and cleaning all your cannon
Uh you can say my family like the black sopranos
Between the paraphernalia cycles domestic violence channels
Seen a lot of supreme court panels
I ain't saying I'm scared of the people shit
This for the people I come across like an animal
But'll front and break you down and beat you deaf like an anvil
The weather's so hot but my family want blood
I'm standing so on top like the a bomb
And want blow bigger n***a
I got it I got it I got it f**ker
Ya'll niggas ain't ready for me man
Stand behind that n***a when we come gunning for him
We gonna hit your b***h ass too
Swerve like a samurai n***a
Tam or ride n***a you up on your own n***a
You gon' have me put one all up in your bones n***a
Stupid what's really wrong man
How many times I gotta tell you I'm running this shit for real man
I'll come through your hood blow you out in your hood
In front of your barbershop in your hood
I ain't try'nna get down with you
Relate to you feel me in any way move with you
You ass n***a we know already
You ain't never bust nobody you ain't never clapped nobody
Hear hear what's wrong
What you think this is a game these killa mob niggas'll
Throw the toast to your nose plus
Bust sperm in your dame shit
I'm real mccoy with it street level heroin of roy with it
Mow 'em down move 'em on move 'em on mow 'em down n***a it's on
F**k man what's good n***a I'm running this man
I got my own mob doing my thing n***a I move too smooth man
Ya'll niggas try and follow man hehehe ya'll niggas stupid man go
Head n***a
Feds hit the mansion last week on some king kong
Shots tapping on the door like it was ping pong
Shells hit the door bell it went ding dong
I couldn't take it no more I dropped my ring ding
Flashbacks in my mind visions of sing sing
Cut your face
