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Joshua Tate
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N**** ran up on me wit a stick like
Young n**** ran up on me wit a stick like I ain't havin mine
B**** you know I'm well protected
By my God and my iron
Ain't no kin of Martin Luther King
We pressin fa the violence
White, black, my glock aint neva racists
Step on em regardless
Got some n*****
Bring that pressure
Right to you
They ain't scared to die
Ion see you n***** round nomo
You scared to come outside
Terrorize
Bounce on top of s*** the whole club live
It don't matter what you do
You know I'm rocking wit the guys
It don't matter who you was we screaming
F*** the other side
I'm just glad my n***** said they proud of me before they died
Know Lil Donny had them gwallos
He ain't have to even have to slide
But he went up to MT and hit a lick
Had to much pride
Mane I remember
When we got to jackin
Right off riverdale
Used to whoop them Raleigh n***** a**
We always gave em hell
Pulling them triggers on Friday
Got locked up on Sunday
Nobody knew he was in jail
Hopped out the car
Gave yo mama house 23 bullets
I swore to god we'd never tell
That was me, Rodney, and CJ
And plenty young maniac n*****
On line for respect
I saw my n**** Dro jugg a whole hundred some thousand
On God and he ain't ever touch a scale
I did a whole lotta s*** in my young n**** days
Coulda ended up dead or in jail
Lotta these n***** and b*****
Y'all counted me all the way out
So I gotta prevail
Ain't nomo h*** to f*** off on in the hood
We f***** em all
Ain't nomo Js to sell dope to in the hood
We plucked em all
Carbon 15 Wesson hollows lay em down he think he think he tall
You just see the pictures
Before i took a dub I took a loss
Talk about the city
I'm the one put Memphis on my back
Drugs, h***, money, rappin, murder capital
This where it's at
Ever rode 12 hours with 3 bos up in the back
Every had the soft on hand and had to stuff it in ya crack
Ever had to hunt ya n**** killer down he on the loose
Ever beat a n**** a** and stomped em out
It ain't no truce
N***** talkin bout they havin this and that
That s*** ain't true
All that's s*** you n***** think you havin
None of that s*** ain't new
And that b****
You think yo lil b**** loyal
She kicks s*** wit the crew
N***** thinking simple minded bout the change
Keep tryna loot
F*** the government
I'm bearing arms my n**** it's time to shoot
I hit first
Then lil B hit 2nd
He got lethal weapons
Keep my drako in my trunk
And my glock be my legal weapon
When we jumping you know what to do
Don't move when we aggressive
Last n**** tried to buck
I hope that p**** learned his lesson
All that back and forth
We ain't wit it
Shoot then ask yo question n****
We ain't wit it
Shoot then ask yo question
Writer(s): Joshua Tate
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