CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Real Street n*ggas*

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I ain't tryna squash no beef, n***a
We into 'til you die, real street n***a
At yo' funeral, I might just slide, rest in pee, n***a
Shoot up everybody that's outside
I bet Wooski feel this one, I bet Wooski still twitchen
He changed, somethin' different
I got clips like Mel Gibson, all full none of them empty
I know n***as scared to come around when I pop out outside
I done give n***as whole head starts, still I hawk 'em down
That sh*t crazy, Krump was doin' all that woofin'
And he ain't even make it
Melly got shot up in the party, started Harlem shakin'