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i stay strapped with the heater, u ain't popping me dog
i number my victims...1,2, like lottery draws
ya not even hard, matter fact just stay in ya house
and if i see ya bitch on the street i'll play in her blouse
i'm laying em out, flatten niggaz down like brick layers
i named my glock jesus, it'll answer a bitch prayers
i'll put u in the ground and leave u planted with brick squares
ya girl wanna fuck so she's granted some dick here
ya chest verse the glock, we know u woulda lost
i'm fucked up kill ya and pay ya funeral cost
u ain't hood i see u dangling ya wrist to rub it
and u ain't hard just because u took a piss public
it's not hard to do, slugz'll make this bitch a puppet
ya chick see the ice on my wrist, she's quick to cuff it
i'm waiting on the day when niggaz wanna hand me bucks
and i got guns bigger then the stanley cup