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Shit, right back at y'all again

It's da one they call woodie

still at it ain't nothin changed, like i said ?????

Let's go get'em records

Wild boyz downtown as well

T-Bone on the track y'all know what time it is



Chorus: repeat 2X



You got rope round your neck, duct tape on ya wrist

Pistol whips til ya scared, now here comes my diss



[Da Wild Boyz]

You tried to win a warfare, now try to pill a whellchair

Fuck around and sit there, you'll get drilled and killed there

I gives a fuck bout you bitches ya'll just hot cause I'm cold

Look I've been talking to you bitches, 

but ain't on no street song

Juvenile I know ya, B.G. don't make me come show ya

You like to bling-a-ling, I like to stay with rein

Bitch y'all thank I cain't prove it, set the date and let's do it

Set ya stage on fire, watch a wetboy run through it

See Reggie be bustin head, a gangsta bout bustin head

K.C. be bustin head, Juve be suckin head

B.Geezy B.Geezy, you a real junky fo sheezy

Boy ya lips stay swoll, black, sleezy, and greasy

All that motherfuckin rappin, on gangsta murder weapons

We pimp ya whole fuckin label, but uhh that why I just keep it

I've got nothin but love fo ya Baby

the way you pimpin your artist ?????

Man you sold dope all ya life, 

got popped flipped the script started rappin that right



*Chorus*



How can gangstas make a million, in peace

But y'all rappin in motherfuckin business in da streets

I don't hate ya Baby it ain't that critical

I just flip ya arist cause pitiful

junky is what they are, drivin nothin but jive cars

Real solja behind bar, won't say ya name but they are

You like to rap all day, well bring your beef my way

You like to ?? when you was real, more or less my cable bill

Up and nigga let's bet, I won't even break a sweat

I'ma take your Rolex the first round

Hot Boys want somethin and get wet

Won't say I'm thuggin when I wasn't, 

sayin I got it when I doesn't

Look to me that's not healthy

Claiming your rich when your not wealthy

Get ya mind right Lil' Wayne, B.G. leave that shit alone

Pull ya pants up on your ass, and carry ya young ass home

I'ma say it one more time, bitch you gets no love

"Junkies gets what junkies does"

Boy I catch you slippin I'ma beat ya like a hoe

Have ya friends weepin ??????? metro

Girl that Juvenile ain't know that he was on fire

Exploded in ???? water, knock black magic off his tires

????? come ride through my hood

So I can clean ya dirty world and super soak you good

B.Geezy what'ch say, you cain't wait to see little Aunt Tizzy

It's a must I keep it real, you got that look that's easy

It's a dirty world and you bitches losin

You cain't do nothing about it cause I'ma keep you blusin

You cain't make good songs cause I'ma do you wrong

I'll take ya hit, flip yo shit and make my pockets strong

It's a dirty world and you bitches losin

You cain't do nothing about it cause I'ma keep you blusin

You can't make good songs cause I'ma do you wrong

I'll take your hit flip yo shit and make you move on

Yeah I see ya ass ridin dirty up my block

but if you stop you'll get drop with da glock all tops

I see you rolling in your compressor

I snatch that ass Hot Boyz one lesser

I see you rolling in your compressor

I snatch that ass Hot Boyz one lesser

Yes bra



*Chorus*