Everybody know you and your mouth, they just connect the dots
Money on your block, your homie 'nem tried to collect the pot
Never talk a lot, leave you six feet where the bodies rot
Heard you talk a lot, lot, send 'em all right to the spot
And you need to stop, stop, guns they threw, ain't never shot
This sh*t need to stop, so I walked up and gotta, go-go-go, and gotta, gotta
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