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Yeah see this nigga
Come see this ol' skinned mothafucka
I him and I'm addicted
tha peace is the click
Please tell these fake ass who you are

I be dat named Luda'
Alert alert it's the atllien
College park water boy, in tha c-cooler
I jam till they deaf, call me slick dick da ruler
Women indeed, keep ya closed
'Bow blows, come out dem hoe
Low pros, low bows, watch out for the
And I chose, to be dat one contender, southern offender
Fuckin' up ya whole

When I you try to run
I run you try to hide
You the snap of my finger
Call me golden
Its you and I, do or die, who am I?
I got a pocket full of family stones, think I'm sly

Oh why try, you one of dem niggaz that to cheat death
And I'm one of dem niggaz rip up excursions
Til there is no left
You shit out chex and fart out deep breaths
we toss darts at the bottom of y'all V-necks

Dat cries?
Oh dat is aight
Dat can't fuck wit me thou
Let me get on da mic
Nigga, who da fuck are you

I be dat nigga bronze
Playaz wanna or go on strike 'cause of my pitches
think I want they bitches
But I don't no pigeons
Yet pigeons can my dishes
And don't want no scrubs till y'all pull out y'all extensions

Y'all in detention that'll Neva come out
Man I'll catch yo tendon and put a sock in yo mouth
'Cause we da in the south, they know what I'm talkin' 'bout
You see we and we Daniels, y'all Earl and Ralph
4-ize twirl it out, it dry and tend it to flames
Not even can come to war wit dis games

These niggaz is lame and come down wit da reigns
You all wet da ears but its a drought in ya brain
And dats tha and plain man
W dot shh
(Man dat dude lauder's got some hotter hot shh)
sh-sh-shut da fuck up
Before you get da fuck up

on man
Hold on lil
Y'all 'bout shorty man
up at da radio station man?
Shorty be poppin'
Man, let the be known
Who talkin' 'bout

I be dat nigga dat lova
I'm nastier than thinkin' yo' parents sex each other
No glove, no love, tell yo dick to run for cover
So when lightening strikes, you can be on a few rubbers
If you know I mean
Not is Mr and Mrs. Clean
Some get burnt like Freddie Kruger, dreams
Girls backin' dey ass up now 400 degrees ha

Hot girl, to give to niggaz up on da block girl
Have you "Stop girl"
I worlds with my 9 inch louieville slugga
Still wonder why they call me lova
Explainatruim
Ass
I bring 'em back to da future a '85 Delirium

Da Luda drug
On da prescription
You like my
And my doctor convention
I put da stethoscope close to yo tittie
yo butt checks red man like Uncle Quilly

See me, see me
Ha ha ha
C E O
D T P
2-0
Fate

Shondrez-zy on da
Circle to ya boy
College park
Virgo nigga, wha
Ahh ahh ahh