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Uh guess whos back oh uh
Guess whos back muthaf**ka big ballin a*s muthaf**kin breed
Giving you what ya need yea smokin a gang of w**d
Hit them fools n***a come one come all
N***as getting the beat down
Retreat peeps feel the heat of the breed sound
Collect facts then attack like I'm suppose to
Ya boys goin aaahhhh four new n***as and them h*es too
Its me that n***a who ain't never got caught
My mic is smooth as peppa with a touch of salt
Eat a book of the mark a*s n***as I broke
Cause big breed can do ya why I'm smoking my d**e try to cope
Catch up as this s**t gets mental this chronic got me workin my brain
I need a pencil
So I can shake and change the style but in the meanwhile
I maintain the crowd
Make moves to improve so I can get a bigger rep
The trigger finger straped I wanna see another n***a step
I play the cards and you lost mista gillagan
The mighty mad bad writers comin real again
Buck buck muthaf**ka right at your muthaf**kin a*s
This s**t too strong for a muthaf**kin vest
So watch your chest and your dome
Leave breed the f**k alone
We sendin n***as to the f**kin cemetary
They got me thinkin sittin in the hot spot
I'm straight up havin hard times wanting me a drop top
And a phat knot I ain't tryin to hear that five o s**t
I'm black and I was born with a survival kit
Ain't s**t to spit in the beer that I'm drinkin
I gotta get paid I gotta get paid and that's what a n***a be thinkin
You sleep h*es I'm lookin in peep
In your four head run till your toes is numb go test your broke head
Breed got n***as on your back once again punk
Told you ain't no future in that s**t but you still front
When will they relize I got the feel again
The mighty mad writers comin real again
Buck buck bbbbbbbbbIIIII
That's the motherf**kin sound as we f**kin mothaf**kas down
Yeah n***a run but you count out race this motherf**kin bullet
Breed pull it they can't fade you boy
Once mo toe to toe I don't think so
Bird sales and knockin n***as out like rid**k boe
You ain't the play you know the play well don't say s**t
Get'em and find your a*s gettin off the pathement
Wavin the s**t beggin n***as to just straight quit
But f**k that a hard head can get a n***as a*s kicked
I ain't lettin up for none son uh I'm comin real again
Yea motherf**ker how you wanna play this s**t
We can go toe to toe glock for glock block for block
Homie for muthaf**kin homie
But you muthaf**kers gonna feel this n***a this time
Cause we ain't comin back with that old b******t
Its too many muthaf**kin dead n***as
For me to be takin this here b******t
Thata why there's muthaf**kers in the pin now n***a
So pull or quit that b******t
Cause I don't wanna hear that muthaf**kin crap
Comin real again n***a thought I told you muthaf**kers
I thought you knew
Its the muthaf**kin real s**t
Muthaf**ka one hundrend percent athentic
Type of s**t you get chronic out to know what I'm saying
So do me a muthaf**kin fava and light another muthaf**kin blunt
You know what I'm saying a blunt muthaf**ka philly sytle
Know what I'm saying chronic n***a
I'm talkin bout layed out played out phat f**kin funk
Yeah this that kinda s**t we kickin in the nine tre muthaf**ka
So all you muthaf**kin big ballin a*s gangstas
You put your muthaf**kin hand on ya gat
And if the police roll up and say turn it down
You burn it down muf**ka
Cause we comin real again
Ninteen n***a three boy real again and grabbin steel again
