Dedication New (feat. SlyStaySpittin)

This make me feel like the Dedication 2 or some sh*t man The Dedication New Shoutout Dusty Heard you need a mattress sealy, serta sleeping on me hoe You been doing that from the gate but you cheapping on me hoe I heard you going from a distance yea they thieving on me hoe You been slipping, tripping now them n*ggas tricking on you that there Yo bitch tripping she a hoe My niggas blitzing they on go We got pistols at yo door Look thru that scope shoot at yo fro Masked up with the shotti give em the signal he gone blow murder scene yellow tape dead bodies gonna floor Peeled that back like a potato yea we call that idaho He was yappin out his neck, now he be talking I don't know I been heard him on that block but he aint moving all that blow He be saying that he the rock he must be talking Dwayne Johnson Bullets fly watch em do the long jump He be acting all tough when the hogs come Street sweeper watch em run like them dogs run Whole team got them ratchets like them Ball sons The got recruiters for shooters now where I stay They packing all of them rounds from round the way They letting off with them sh*ts the gone spray It's lots of hogs round here I'm gone say Get down get down lay down everybody cappin' Get down get down get down everybody strapped I don't know who to trust You don't know who gone bust Gotta stay low Gotta stay low Gotta stay low don't give it up Say thats the sound of police whoo whoo 9-1-1 emergency It's a dead body in the street Head gone thats a f*cking casualty Cuz he was lacking And we was packing And he was acting like a gangsta rapper He didn't want action He was just rapping My n*ggas savage with all these hood tactics This ain't no cappin' I make transactions Back and forth you know whats up you know whats cracking F*ck out my baggage Why you stash it Cops tryna plant it on me why they crashin' Hoe n*gga stop actin Out my face Out my space Out my faction What you on? No passion We be in this bitch lit like Thrasher That K shoot with kick it play for Dallas The fact yo daddy raised a bitch the shit is tragic Yo shit be jamming' on that block they call you traffic Yo son a bitch and to the hood you known as Magic