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fg famous - message to the streets lyrics

[intro]
look man, f-ck all that
this how i’m addressing that sh-t n-gga
all facts, no lies
believe that
mike made the 808’s
yeah
it’s a message to the streets
finna run up in they thing, look

[verse 1]
i heard some n-ggas want my head huh? i’m finna see what up
pull up game raw, i get out urgent and you out of luck
’cause i ain’t too official plus the cutter came with monkey nuts
so when i let off shots repeatedly, how you gon’ run or duck?
ain’t never had no fear in me, i’m quick to let it bust
hop out and spray this b-tch immediately, ain’t got no time to f-ck
i guarantee that stick don’t miss a beat, you know i grease it up
this cutter go brrat and clear the street, might have your mama touched
they pop shootin’ from a distance, scared to get it off
they know we strapped up with them d-cks and them monkey nuts
the whole gang with the sh-ts, you know what’s up with us
don’t make me send nick to lay in your ditch, that b-tch don’t give a f-ck
yeah i been r-t-rded, other n-ggas must not know ’bout us
these two piece or them forties, it ain’t nothin’ to turn your sh-t to dust
they hit my cousin in the leg but that ain’t good enough
’cause b-tch i’m strictly aimin’ for your head, i want your chin and up
you know i’m thuggin’, keep the glizzy on my right side
them b-tches here gon’ burn, gon’ need more than some peroxide
i’m the type to creep up on ’em, catch ’em slippin’ comin’ outside
give ’em two to the scalp like graow graow and leave his mouth wide, on gang

[interlude]
yeah, y’all know how this sh-t go man
this sh-t ain’t gon’ never stop, you heard me
until all them b-tches drop, believe that
but check this out, look

[verse 2]
i guess they hatin’ on the youngin ’cause i’m comin’ up
my whole life i had heart and still hold they nuts
they used to laugh at a n-gga when i rode the bus
but now they mad, in they feelings ’cause they broke as f-ck
instead of hatin’ should’ve been gettin’ it, what you livin’ for?
you just a snake goin’ around stealing, taking peoples’ stuff
know i got cake so you want even, lil boy think he tough
but it’s okay, i keep it with me, you ain’t takin’ nothin’
what you gon’ do? i’m in that south, you know we posted up
you only run your mouth, hollerin’ ’bout what you gon’ do to us
have cj rob you out, he out his top, ready to put you up
lil come into your house, unlock the trunk, lettin’ that cutter bust
i been the sickest n-gga period, they should give it up
been had a foreign with no ceilings with the b-tter guts
how you want smoke but pockets low? n-gga get your money up
one call and they on go, a couple racks’ll get your daddy f-cked
yeah, so i advise them n-ggas to chill out
i told you b-tches once it’s up with me just like a treehouse
my brother eatin’ sh-t so when it’s beef he bring that grill out
and pull up on your street, let cutter speak, and then he peel out, skrrt
baow baow baow

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