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Oh, don't even look at me wrong When I come through the hood Ain't nothin' changed, still holla at my homies Oh, and when I hit the block, I still will kill And I don't want, nigga, but I will If I got to kill If niggas get to fuckin' around If niggas get to fuckin' around Respect come from admiration and fear You can admire me if you can catch one in your wig You see the Testarossa, the toaster's right on my lap So if a nigga get out of line, a nigga get clapped I got an arsenal, a infantry, I'm built for this mentally That's why I'm the general, I do what they pretend to do Front on me now, nigga, I'll be the end of you Forget ya enemies and think of what'cha friends'll do I drop a bag off, then let a mag off The Heckler & Koch'll tear half of your ass off I'm not for the games, I'm not for all the playin' The hollow tips rain when I unleash the pain Get the
