Y All Cats
Thirty eight waist enough to put one nine in
Really a thirty 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
No kids but 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 platinum chain be lookin real sweet
but reach and I bury niggaz sixty feet deep
S dot Carter 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 Jigga like I'm shook like boo
I keep the fifth with me nigga, come and get me..
COME AND GET ME!
{*gong sounds*} Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-come..
{*bell rings*} COME AND GET ME! Ka-ka-ka
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