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Medusa faces turn me in a stomp Versace killers and rap murderin' DR Homes My skinny niggas fuckin' bring the chrome The only thing I'm killin' is a microphone Now let my little niggas take you home Went straight to the down, better ring the alarm Bergeys, huh? Ever taste that crown? Way far from a silver spoon? Sing your lullabies, watch your mother and your brother cry Fuck your sister brains, cause them into homicides Motherfuck your life, fuck your family nigga, fuck your wife I be down for luck, big money, talk to me nice Talk to me nice, you don't talk to me a dumb Gripping the magnet, he gripping the fly Rat-ta-ta-ta, let it stick to your child They on your back, whisperin' loud Bet he couldn't see his death But Red is under the lever, he couldn't see this tech Teflon vest for those who text A bunch of niggas gettin' throw, call me Jazzy Jeff I got these choppers on dick And the ninas on dick And the llamas on dick Just in case you ain't heard what I said I got these choppers on dick And the ninas on dick And the llamas on dick Just in case you ain't heard