Lyrics: Matt Stone
Music: Matt Stone
Yeah this Lil Debo 2 in the house
This **** goes out to them prejudice
A*s white folks
Not the cool white folks and don't rob
Damn M3~
The black folks
I'm outta here
Project Pat don't give a ****
No remorsetul it's time
I'm with the quickest
And if I gotta buck 'em down so now you'd
Be my witnessI'm fillin' the hole of a
W***e that the man
And we pop a niggas to dirt
This hooker we slayin' a body tha's layin'
A pay hey nigga you heard
Where is my 9 with this gun in my hand
Understand I won't make it this time
I got mans hookers savin' the d**k and
The w**d up my nose got me goin' this time
Pumpin' on some hood jump
Chiefin' gotta get my high
Scopin' out the murders mane it's time to do a dr
Killed to play wish you were safe
Mane I gotta kill you three stiff in your blood
Give it enough dump your body in a ditch
Load up my big nine now
I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin' it's this 50 finna do the deal
Ride in the south dawg smokin' on some Red Clov
Niggas thinkin' they cannot suck d**k and
Pay for said it while shot
Couple did don't try to take me down
From barely your soul
Quit that **** I know who you'll try rollin' up a I wonder who
I'm gon' die will a nigga
Shoot me in my hood
Six niggas did ride in a blue Fleetwood
Hangin' out the window with that 9 cocked back
All runnin' and duckin' I gotta reach the house
So I can get my gat
I reach the house get my gun up on the shelf
I'm thinking of a murder
A gangster living by his
I got my 9 loaded up with the quts to kill
But if you slip I'm gonna let this nina reel
I got my mask on my face so
I won't get a case
See dogs in the house are everlasting increasing
The murder rate yuh
I got my 9 in my hand and I'm ready to roll
I'm ready to go kick you
Wanting to let me in as I kick in the door
Fragile-ass niggas killin' these in the city street
Talkin' 'bout they ****-ups but you know a nigga
They always cheat
Nigga give me some put some in my bucket
And let me pour some of that d**e so
I had to send him back
I'm callin' my bro Debo now let's go and get him man
It's alright fo' I chop you dumb a*s niggas down to bits
D-E-U-C-E it's 'cause to make you dip
That's the man who put a full clip oneIn the chain my man
Spit more lyrics than a number two pencil radiator
Yeah I got 'em catch his a*s wit' a clothes hanger
Nuts deflate pour his blood in a strainer
I'm steppin' on toes and 96 takin' a from me
Busters missed our niggas again**** nowI can't add our money
Put a nigga up in this ***** and from the jack
You made put a proud killer on
Look in my eye
Put-a the trap back so that
Nigga don't look surprised
Momma cryin' that guy probably planned that I'm doin' time that's my guy
For what those niggas don't give a ****
You thought we'd never duck we keep bustin' till'
We struck
Yeah this
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