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feat. Littles, Noyd (Get me) Uh-huh (They pretty) Uh-huh (Wit me) Uh-huh (It's crispy) Yeah! Whoo! Uh-huh, uh-huh, yo. [Havoc] Y'all just blowin smoke, fan in the fire Your wife is gettin curious homie you better hide her Keep it gully baby boy, share that Easy when you see me, I don't like to get stared at Niggaz only mad cause they asses can't rap Soup the cowards up, if you want, get your man clapped Yeah - sealed signed delivered, anthrax You got a thousand niggaz I'll do numbers with half that Catch me whylin out with a mami in Club Black Enough on the wheels make me feel like the tunnel packed Yeah, if it's some'n I'm feelin you runnin that And we don't let a thing slide baby, what's up with that? Talk on the jack like Feds, got the phone tapped Havoc make tracks, didn't know, just hold that Career ain't goin so well, I got that Slide you some hot shit, nigga it's a wrap! [Chorus: Havoc] See the cats in the whips wanna - get me But I got the pounds and them .9's - they pretty See me on the streets, them gorillas they - wit me Bills in the pockets, know them things is - crispy Yeah, y'all niggaz pussy son Y'all not known for bustin them guns So for the .9 I got beef for days Y'all want it wit us don't get carried away Call the coroner [Littles] Yo, a closed mouth don't get fed, that's why I talk to him I'm hungry, niggaz is eatin fo' pounds, I walk through 'em Either you shook or your .9 spray You got a row of sixteen and a clip, one in the head around my way Fuck with my money you be shot the fuck up The name Littles got the streets locked the fuck up Dumped off the bridge, body mopped the fuck up when them Mobb Deep boys creep or pop the fuck up There ain't a nigga that can cramp my style Fifteen get money, livin frozen out You cowards softer than a bitch, get a baby wipe 'Fore I show you what the .9 o Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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