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[herecomesdoofy]

keep thinkin i'm candy
till yo fuckin skull get popped
and yo brain pop out tha top
like a jack-in-the-box
in the hood the summertime is killin season
its hot out this bitch, that a good nuff reason
i see gangstas get religious when they start bleedin
sayin lord jesus help me, cuz they ass leakin
when that window roll down
and that ak come out
you can squeeze yo lil handgun till you run out
then you can run fo yo backup
but them machine gun shells gon' tear yo back up
god's on ya side
shit, i'm aight with that
cuz we gon' reload them clips and come right back
it's a fact homie
you go against me you're fucked
i get the drop
if you can duck your luckier than lady luck
look nigga,
don't think you safe cuz you moved out the hood
cuz yo momma still around dawg and that aint good
if you were smart you'd be shook of me
cuz i get tired of lookin fo ya
spray ya mamma crib and let yo ass look for me

if there's beef
cock it and dump it
the drama really means nothing
to me
i'll ride by and blow ya brains out

theres no time to cock it
no way you can stop it
when nigga run up on you
with them thangs out.