Ha-ha-ha, choo-choo
Ha-ha, choo-choo-choo-choo-choo
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Buck, should I get it?
I-I-I-I-I don't need no mask, no gun in my hand
I'ma run-up in your shit, like wassup?
I-I-I-I-I don't need no friends, no guap, no bands
I'ma runner up in your shit, like wassup?
I-I-I-I-I ain't fuck with no trend, I ain't ever break or bend
I'ma run-up in your shit, like wassup?
T-T-T-T-They always sitting on the fence, everyone been acting tense
I'ma run-up in your shit, like wassup?
Talking shit, pull the Mac out, spray everybody in the room
I been stuck in the studio, this shit feel just like a tomb
Out of line, you get smacked up like you brain dead or you new
Left you hanging up by a noose, that's for (fucking with us too)
Soon as I get to the money, I'm gonna go hop in a Wraith
Running and gunning, I keep my head down
Because I gotta mask and they can't see my face
I gotta blade, I give them a head start
Yeah, I like when they run, because I like the chase
Need to go back to that old shit
And quit making music and go back to minimum wage
I-I-I ain't got at making ends meet
T-T-T-They thought my tank was looking empty
Got a brand new choppa, don't you tempt me
I'ma leave motherfucking body, six feet
I-I-I gotta motherfucking strap and I'm finna pull up
And I'm gon' make them dizzy
He trynna talk like he gon' send a shot
But know that motherfucker gon' miss me
I gotta blade on my motherfucking hip
I'ma chop 'em all up like minced meat
C-C-Choppa turn you into history
I know your little bitch missing me
Terrorists win
I-I-I-I don't need no mask, no gun in my hand
I'ma run-up in your shit, like wassup?
I don't need no friends, no guap, no bands
I'ma run-up in your shit, like wassup?
I-I-I-I-I ain't fuck with no trend, I ain't ever break or bend
I'ma run-up in your shit, like wassup?
T-T-T-They always sitting on the fence, everyone been acting tense
I'ma run-up in your shit, like wassup?
Hey-y-y!