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[Verse: Reed Dollaz]
D. Jones better pump his breaks
I haul off with the sawed off, pump his face
You coward, too hard we run through y'all niggas
We trouble men you Doublemint, we'll chew y'all niggas
Screw y'all niggas, fat boy better get his head straight
D. Jones falling on Joey, I call it dead weight
40 cal up in my pants, I ain't snappin' dog
Only time you see me snapping, I'm clapping 'matics off
We can have it dog, Jones we can bang it out
When it's beef, you ain't know, I'm the one they bringing out
I'm a pit, get a grip, leave the meat, hanging out
You's a bitch all your life, I'll show you what some pain about
Don't look at Bobby, he ain't gon' help your ass
44, 40 or kick the door, melt your ass
Don't call Haddy, homie do your own shit
You Joey lil' clone sis, Dollaz on that grown shit
Y'all cop cars and clothes and do it for the bitches
We put hard in jars, and rob with dirty biscuits
Big shit, I'm talking 'bout dead heaters
You out on the strength of your man you cheerleader
Nobody likes you, you make me wanna fight you
Look like a fat ass turkey, I wanna slice you
I don't even know the reason that Haddy piped you
Just another one of my kids I say goodnight to
Lost on Star, trey pound long
Blow the doors off your car, insides on the tar
You can't get gritty now, 'cause if I was on Star
Up in Jersey I woulda never let my city down
Clown ass nigga, sweet like candy
Remind me of Brandy, wanna-be-down-ass nigga
You see we movin'
This take me back to D-Block when they came hard at G-Unit
Kind of bizarre, the burner got hell in it
Slim Shady dude plus the D got 12
Toast man, Postman, move like a snail with it
Blocka blocka open your chest, you got mail in it
Top class, top class, real street movement
We leave the rappin' to y'all, 'cause we really do this
D, you ain't never had a gun in your mouth
You ain't never had 30 niggas run in your house
Tie you up, put a sock in your mouth
Make your moms get on the floor, put the chrome pipe to her scalp
I don't wanna hear Had and I don't wanna hear your crew
I don't want Had to write it, I wanna hear it from you
These lil' niggas gotta be trippin', thinkin' I ain't on my game
These lil' niggas gotta be sniffin'
What the fuck, is you high boy? All my niggas ride, boy
Fall off and get back up just like we ride bulls
I do my thing, I ain't worried 'bout a hater
We coppin' all drugs and hammers with red lasers
Stocks and back straps, clips in the knapsack
Move it over super soaker, come with the backpack
Neck spin around, face down with your back flat
Pellets through the windows, tires are bad flat
You ain't goin' nowhere, I ride with no fare
Summer time, white on your block, I make it snow there
I'm so good, so gooda, so sickening
Go-getters, I send my getters to go get him
D. Jones, say another word out your mouth
McNabb, quick pass, dirty bird to your house
Get the chop, Desert Eagle, dirty bird in your mouth
What's all that snappin' and that swervin' about?
I guess you lean wit' it, lean wit' it, rock wit' it
Rock wit' it, lean wit' it, lean wit' it
Fiend wit' the stock wit' it, aw quit it
I was on the block gettin' money in Pampers
You and ya' man was break dancin' for dancers
I could tell you now you ain't fuckin' with us
This nigga stupid, what the fuck-
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