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    There Is No Competition 2008 ©

    Hand On My Glock

    {"Grizzill..."}


    AMG is the machine (uhh) Embassy
    C.U.B. (uhh) Come Up Boys!
    (L-A-D) (The Aphilliates!)


    Nigga I got it got what you need, that coke that heron that speed
    That med them purple trees, front and a nigga bleed
    I'm good at them evil deeds, it's normal for me homey
    Get the cheese like macaroni, pimpin like Pretty Tony
    Famous but you don't know me young'n remember that
    War like a Republican, smooth as a Democrat
    Pull a rabbit out my hat like a magician dressed in black
    Really a killer dressed in black, killin for them paper stacks
    Every since I sold crack, been smooth like Ebenezer
    Police, give me amnesia, nigga I know the procedure
    I'm sick, no anasthesia can cure, what's in my genes
    Fuck a stash spot, nigga my pistol is in my jeans
    I'm a fiend for the flow, I'm a fiend for the dough
    I'm a fiend for the feel of me squeezin that calico
    AMG, pay attention, Embassy, niggaz listen
    I cross the Mason-Dixon just to keep me out of prison motherfucker


    Violate me and you will get popped (get popped)
    Two-steppin with my hand on my glock, ayy


    No! They don't make 'em like this no mo'
    I'm as, real as they come, as fly as they say
    As hot as they claim, Willie man I'm hotter than flames
    Flyer than planes, I gotta explain, I'm tired of lames
    I mean I'm tired of rappers
    Niggaz babblin I hire the clappers, fire the ratchets
    Yeah, I mean quiet the racket
    Bottom line you either got it or lack it and most niggaz lack it
    Sing-Sing regime is full metal jacket
    So many stripes and medals I need another jacket
    Bullet wounds, they barely can patch it
    Rap niggaz rather bury the hatchet, whattup my nigga Bump?
    Just came home, and he don't care neither
    Fuck around and catch a body like a cheerleader
    Yeah, niggaz sweet like a strudel
    Petite like a poodle, small like chihuahuas
    Devoured all the cowards, money and the power
    Niggaz know Willie in the mall a couple hours
    Geah, they got me thinkin like Terence Howard
    I could be wrong, even though I may be right
    Yeah, these niggaz soft like baby wipes
    And chicks comin to the crib like it's Ladies Night
    Hehe, and can't nar' a nigga see me
    I'm Big Dangerous you just a Lil Weezy - Willie!




    It's L-A-D nigga
    WTK nigga
    CUB motherfucker

    2008 ©




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