apologies for the bad audio quality and J-love shout outs Lyrics: Stupid…can’t fuck with this (I know) Bring your whole team kid. Yea dunn [Verse 1- Havoc] Yo, I love my niggas for that We strike back, handle business Test the realist, stay focused And keep the, enemy near us Niggas is careless, slippin up Switchin up teams, crossin over And gettin stuck for they cream Frontin like they skills, it superb Got the nerve, to get knocked the Fuck out, then kicked to the curb Thats for you and your whole click You roll thick, more the better, so like A dick bitch you gettin whipped, shitted on Scuffed off a Mobb Deep song, take your thug off You had it on a bit too long, tuck your chain in Your gettin yaked, for you 14 karat slum gold cubic zirconian Ass having, talking ’bout it, being ’bout it You ain’t been doin it, so don’t start Matter fact, keep it moving When it’s on, accumulate like cancer cells With advanced sales, leave a snitch dead Son he can’t tell, like a Viking, we strikin Reconstructing maps, plantin QB flags Son we want to visualize picture, analyze Situate another occupation, in cardiac arrest State of mind, you must be out your motherfucking mind Put you out of misery, short your lifetime, expectancy Didn’t even reach 23, first class shot, special delivery No doubt you wanna lay it for at you, at your own crib Talk out the ass, at your own risk, it wont give one fuck Two mysterious Chevy trucks filled with black cats, crossin ya path Thats bad luck …
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