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And I'm still good up in my hood like what they sayin' I'm the mosquito man, I pop up, out these trucks and get to sprayin Couldn't sleep for two weekends, I had to get to poppin' Xans Know I talk a lot of shit, but on all ten is where I stand And he say he stood on business, but really, he should've ran Couple bands, drop the addy you, get snaked out from your mans I'm a gangsta in real life, but I just rap to please my fans Give my hitters that advance, they some steppers, they don't dance Yeah, you keep on losin', homies, rap shit won't bring back your friends You a ballerina, only time I seen you niggas spin When we was slidin' on your block, treat it like a jungle gym Hit it again and again and again You get the picture, I make sure they cry, Every time I think about how they hit you, Just to line a opp Even went ahead and fucked they sister, I stay dangerous Keep the blick up, treat it like a stick up, I got aim with this He got hit up, look like he got hiccups I say dissin' on my homie, that shit got him hit up back-to-back Spinnin' on the QE, this a duly, and it's black on black My life is a movie, and I swear this shit was action-packed I'm just too militant, yeah, I treat this shit just like Iraq And you got dead friends, I ain't dissin' on your homie, why? Cause he a dead man New pack in the air, light him up, yeah, that's that headband Chopper, flip him over, make his ass do a handstand And I'm a killer, bae, Michael Myers mask You could call that shit my killer face Steppin' on these dead niggas, call that shit the thriller way If you see me in it, ain't gotta question if it's real or fake Ain't gotta question if it's Dissin' on my broski, talkin' slack, that's what got him clapped I can't hit the club without my strap, I'm just spittin' facts 30 in my lap, do a lap, hit him double back Get the whole squad wiped I X-X, then I double tap That excess gone get expressed through FedEx, make sure it's double wrapped It's crazy since I became the plug, we gotta disconnect Everybody say they gettin' money, we got different checks Everybody say they fly, but baby, we on different jets I say dissin' on my homie, that shit got him hit up back to back Spinnin' on the Q.E this a Dooley and it's black on black My life is a movie and I swear that shit was action-packed I'm just too militant, yeah, I treat this shit just like Iraq