Young Debo - Chiraq (G-Mix) lyrics

[intro] Yall n***as ain't bout sh**!! Never have, not now, and never will be!! f** you if you against Young Debo!! f** you and your crew!! b*atch!! [verse 1] Pull up in all blue and black Extendo clip on my f**ing gat Aiming where your heart is I call that sh** a heart attack I'm a lineman, you a quarterback Don't f** around and get sacked All that bullsh** you been talking Gone get your damn skull cracked f** with me and get smoked I ain't scared to pull that mack Banana clips and AK's Don't f** around and get splat f** what yall talkin bout I don't listen to chit-chat So keep your mouth closed Before your a** get whacked The ruger on my f**in waist The tech9 in my backpack That weak sh** yall n***as on?? (HELL NAHH!!) I don't f** with that (G SQUAD!!) we real k**as We'll find out where you at Cause if you wanna beef with me (BOOM!!) lets go to war like Iraq I'll shoot your a** 'bout 9 times Like im tryna k** a f**in cat I'll grab the L and buss the b**h At anytime cause I stay strapped sh** talking and sneak dissing Will get your f**ing neck snapped I'll blow off your f**in leg and Leave your b**h a** handicap 40glock in my gucci belt Versace shirt, that real sh** f**in round wit them f** n***as Gone get your b**h a** hit b**h, its too late to run These hollow tips come too quick OG, no Master P But you know Im bout it, bout it All my n***as is real n***as Your whole squad is counterfit If snitchin was contagious Then your whole squad gone get sick Ion f** with these n***as I only f** with my clique I change clips like I change clothes Im the wrong n***a to beef wit Lord, please forgive me For the sin I might commit But if these haters keep talkin sh** Imma let this muhhf**in choppa spit I'll leave you in a pool of blood Wit your muhhf**in skull split If if anybody got a problem wit it Imma hit they a** wit that drum stick