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Lil bitch you must have been drinking\nThis chopper had got me feeling like Harley\nIf I let it ride you bound to be stinkin'\nIm a asshole I do what I like to\nOld shit that's made for you to fight to\nI dont give a fuck bitch I dont like you\nGot that fire bitch I might light you\nBitch I am the streets you just look tough\nCouple bricks of snow like I was on bluff\nCall me the master like Sho'Nuff\nBad boy for real, no Puff\nIf a nigga pussy I dont pimp mine\nJust keep your distance dont play with mine\nStay in your place fall out the line\nHave them young niggas all in your head to pay a fine\nYou can find me in the hood what a hood dont go\nHeard you're somebody the hood dont know\nIf a nigga turn up, tell 'em watch this show\nMoney never sit still so I dont blow\nKing of the streets just call me sire\nOn my thrown ain't no one higher\nT.R.U.T.H. no liar\nReal street nigga I wont retire\nYous a dead man, playing games with the bread\nYous a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man\nDead man, youre playing games with my bread\nYou in the red man, fuck around and be a dead man\nDead man, dead man, yous a dead man\nDead man, dead man, yous a dead man\nDead man, I put that pistol to your head man\nDead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man","syncedLyrics":"[00:14.04] Call me Gucci Mane when Im on the stage with you\n[00:16.77] But call me Jessie James when I hold this damn pistol\n[00:20.45] You can call me Gucci gu-ap when I do a song with you\n[00:24.09] But dont walk up on me homes, I aint finna blow no strong with you\n[00:27.68] Got them young shooters with me they don't get along with you\n[00:31.33] If you aint get no money nigga what is wrong with you\n[00:34.06] And I cant tell your own thing must have gone wrong pitcher\n[00:37.60] I'm in the whip sippin' lean, with this very long swisher\n[00:41.27] Im drinkin' promethazine and codeine and this apple juice mixture\n[00:44.88] If you knew that you wouldn't do that I swear you would not kiss her\n[00:48.51] Yous a Nicky Barnes ass nigga tryin' to tell on Guy Fisher\n[00:52.17] If a snitch was to die today I bet his hood would not miss him\n[00:55.70] Yous a dead man, playing games with the bread\n[00:59.45] Yous a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man\n[01:03.04] Dead man youre playing games with my bread\n[01:06.65] You in the red man, fuck around and be a dead man\n[01:10.27] Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man\n[01:13.87] Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man\n[01:18.34] Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man\n[01:21.17] Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man\n[01:24.87] Five deuce, 4 tray 6 A\n[01:27.58] 8 watches, 4 chains 6 rings\n[01:31.13] Pot forks, dope at a high cost\n[01:34.73] From coast to coast, I set numbers on the dope\n[01:38.38] Remix it yo, you know I can sell you both 16-5\n[01:42.96] Prices lower then Shawty Lo, when I drive\n[01:46.52] Got my seat leanin', low bricks inside\n[01:51.07] Got 'em stash in the door, always road running\n[01:53.72] Me and Gucci getting money bands yeah keep comin'\n[01:57.46] Tractor trailer in the morning wont stop jugging\n[02:01.00] Every month I make 4 hundred, Im a street nigga\n[02:04.67] I got rich off of junkies\n[02:06.43] Yous a dead man, playing games with the bread\n[02:10.06] Yous a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man\n[02:13.67] Dead man, you playing games with my bread\n[02:17.21] You in the red man, fuck around and be a dead man\n[02:20.99] Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man\n[02:24.53] Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man\n[02:28.13] Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man\n[02:30.87] Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man\n[02:35.42] What the fuck is you thinking? 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