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Yeah come see this
Come see this ol' light skinned
I seen him and I'm
tha peace is the click
Please tell fake ass niggas who you are

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

When I you try to run
When I run you try to
You skated the of my finger
me golden gley
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 like to death
And I'm one of dem niggaz that rip up
Til there is no seats
You shit out wheat chex and fart out breaths
While we toss darts at the bottom of V-necks

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

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

Y'all in school detention Neva come out
Man I'll catch yo Achilles and put a sock in yo mouth
'Cause we da shit in the south, they know what I'm '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 Joshua can come to war wit dis

These bitch niggaz is and come down wit da reigns
You all wet behind da but its a drought in ya brain
And dats tha simple and man
W dot shh
(Man dat dude got some hotter than hot shh)
Well sh-sh-shut da up
Before you get da fuck up

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

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

Hot girl, tryin' to to niggaz up on da block girl
Have you "Stop girl"
I rock 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 counter
You my diction
And my nurse convention
I put da stethoscope quite close to yo
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 nigga
nigga, what wha
Ahh ahh ahh