Manny Fresh Mix

Verse 1:

It aint ove yall i got some shit on my chest these niggas bittin beats given me

reasons to flex, you know they know when we catchem we gon bag em' tie them

clowns up 3rd wall stockem' we gon dragem' threw the fuckin river shit is

realer than it ever been, them suckas playin knowin how the U spin the benz,

and when i'm mad aint no tellin what i'ma do, run in ya crib kill ya kids and

ya momma too, then find you and make you pay for what you done mah dogg, dirty

dirty gettin dirty ready to take ya wig off, i smoked a marbol to try to keep

myself stable loadin guns at the round table, now i'm able, capable to take

another one out, loose lips sank ships shoulnd't been runnin ya mouth, now ima

ride out after i kill and destroy this is revenge for my lil nigga Bad Ass

Yellow Boy

Chorus:(chorus 2x)

You can copy all you want

you can ever try to sing it

but none of yal niggas can bring it like we bring it

this aint no remake or sella we the real machoy

this is revenge for my lil nigga Bad Ass Yellow Boy

Verse 2:

Big tight wit mah group and i'm makin them guns ring masked up dressed in black

and i'm throwin them things, kept it blowin on tha top 4 for about 4 years but

now you niggas gots to pay dealers no more tears, yeah tha rumor done got out

UNLV comein agian, motha fucka that means nobody's ?????

take a blow to the group we troups we neva die, i told yall mother fuckers time

after time, we uptown niggas livin violent violent nowi'm ride for tha skae of

just ridin, the hood mackin flexs hit tha block and i'll be hidin revenge to

what yall did to one of mah friends, i got my money right nah we can go to war

spend the benz all that yappin but i'lll get loaded agian don't make me shoot a

bad in go to cave ya bitches chest in how i'm a ride out afta i kill and

destroy this is revenge for my lil nigga Bad Ass Yellow Boy, called shots like

i did blood gocked...

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Verse 3: We gonna dragem once agian spinin wth full tint leave a note around

his neck that reads yella revenge i cought him slippin ar the liquor store

cocked a 4 kick tha door he screemed like a hoe yall don't shoot me nomore, FA

SHO, ya better be lookin for some bullet proof headgear fuck tha dumb shit i'm

takin dome shots this year knock ya down like they did st. thomas leave bitches

in shock and niggas hit tha wall

I hide behind the milk box my disquise is smooth fitted like a buisness man

rockin timberland boots smokin that crew to those whose put that evil on mah

mind while i wait to buck this nigga with this 9 so stop cryin which one of you

motha fuckas got the nuts to run up on us its like a bonuswhen i get to use tha

mack 90 get real grindy scadadle to the west so you can't find me i can motha

fucka doin 90

I got these niggas hostage bite and gotta stop bitch eerthing we make you

bitch's jock and try to copy it ride on out i don't want no motha fuckin dap

now who killed mah boy yella aka fella hard head rapper crushin ya bone i be

eager to kill a nigga dumb his body in the river on tha reala boy i'm a

familiar garilla yall know i'm still standin thuggin huffin and puffin you

niggas thuggin tha hood mack flex and hit tha block and start tha bustin

(3 gun shots)

chorus 2x