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[ VERSE 1 ]Ah shit.. I'm sick of niggas jumpin up with choppersRunnin for your shit, tryin to make another nigga stop yaBut it's on cause you up against a real niggaI steal niggas and kill niggas, I'm the real niggaYou up against a muthafucka with a quick temperI'm a born killer, in case you don't rememberI got my pistol but I got a different clip in itClick-click, muthafuckas, can you get with it?You ain't the nigga that you thought you was, foolAnd now I'm after that ass on the coolIt's all about survival of the fittestNigga, you shouldn'ta did thisAnd now I gots to handle my businessI got to get your ass up out the pictureI ain't the nigga you wanna fuck withMuthafucka, I wouldn't bullshit yaNow look at what you stuck withThe last nigga in this muthafuckin world you shoulda fucked withI'm leavin niggas in bodybagsYou shouldn'ta fucked with the BradYou punk muthafucka, I'm comin agg[ VERSE 2 ]Mr., Mr. Scarface for the nine-treyNiggas packin nines, fuck you, bitch, I pack an A.K.Fully automatic for you hoes who wanna jack thisS.A. fool, and I'ma put you on your back, bitchAin't no half-steppin, I'm comin at you rough-likeShootin to kill cause back in school I had enough fightsWhenever when I bucked my knuckles up on a nigga's headSo you can sling em all you want but I be slingin legCause like I said befo' I'm a muthafuckin dreadlockPuttin fools in headlocks, givin niggas headshotsAnd everybody in your muthafuckin areaIs tryin to scrap up some money, so they can help to bury yaBut I can give a muthafuck about your familyBecause your family ain't my fuckin familyYou shoulda thought before you stepped to thaNigga in black standin right here next to yaI'm stoppin muthafuckas from breathinJust gimme a reason and I'ma be squeezinThe trigger of this muthafuckin glock, pop-pop until you drop>From these muthafuckin gunshotsAnd leave your whole fuckin family sadDon't fuck with the Brad, muthafuckaCause Brad's comin agg[ VERSE 3 ]Where the cocksuckers at, where the cocksuckers at?(Where they at? Where they at?) (There they go) at my gatCause I'm about to heat up like a vetChop shit down on your set and then jetAnd smash off in my soap boxCause I'm down for the dirt and muthafuckas said it don't stopNow which one of you hoes wanna fuckMake your way to your truckI wanna see the way that you jumpCause by the time you get your keysI'm lettin loose, muthafucka, lay em down, nigga, and get theseIt ain't shit for me to watch em flySo die, muthafuckas, die, muthafuckas, die, dieI ain't no muthafuckin good guy, dogAnd I don't give a good guy damn about none of y'allI'm from the state of the muthafuckin gunslingersKnockin dicks in the dirt with just this one fingerSo get your ass caught up in this gangsta shitAnd I'ma try my best to make it stank, you bitchPlus you comin with that fake dragYou fallin dead on your ass, you muthafuckaI'm comin aggmore