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Rattin' AzzIt's a matter of time for he drop that dime(Let's hear him out mane) I ain't buyin, I know where he live I am spyin' I gonna kill the nigga tryna to fuck over mine Nigga with the po'-po' Yo life is ova Snitch on me I'mma hit ya with the 44 Have young niggas runnin' in out ya back door (Dey got him through the weed smoke) And I told that nigga so He didn't follow my rules Broke niggas do need tools I'm gone fix this problem Point the gun and shoot Nigga is you with it cause you sound kind of spooky And I'll burn yo ass if you try to cross me too Call the police with yo rattin' ass I knew you workin' for dem folks with yo rattin' ass You gon' meet a young nigga with a black mask He might chase you down the block He might take yo cash But he came take yo life and he gon' do it fast You gon' meet a young nigga with a black mask Watch these niggas on cell phones Record your conversation To give yo shit to the feds bra They need somebody to tell on They tryin' to get them time cuts But I'll be like your time's up Catch that nigga and tie him up Bury that nigga …in Pine Bluff Arkansas, Nigga this a war like shock and awe I don't give a fuck don't stop at all Line dem rats up to the wall Like Al Capone did, kill them all Some niggas think they so street Weak ass niggas can't fool me When they face them 20 years They become a mouthpiece Call the police with yo rattin' ass I knew you workin' for dem folks with yo rattin' ass You gon' meet a young nigga with a black mask He might chase you down the block He might take yo cash But he came take yo life and he gon' do it fast You gon' meet a young nigga with a black mask |