I remove your roof nigga let the sun shine in
Forty-eight waist, enough to put one nine in
Really a forty-six without the gun I'm thin
but when the gat is tucked, I'm fat as fuck
Ignorant bastard, I'm takin it back to day one
3 kids, so trust me I know how to raise a gun
For niggaz that think I spend my days in the sun
well here's the shock of your life, the glock not the mic
Homey I'm not into hype; trust me, I'm still street
You still fuckin up then trust me I still creep
Yeah I know the gold chain be lookin real sweet
but reach and I bury niggaz sixty feet deep
A dot Hughes turn rappers into martyrs
Seperate fathers from they daughters, why bother
I'm a crook like you, I took like you
I disobeyed the law threw out the book like you
How dare you look at Dough like I'm shook like boo
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