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[00:00.43]Please don't make me [00:02.30]Please don't make me take off the safety [00:05.56]I run things, see, things don't run me [00:08.62]Stuck in the bottom of the bottom, bitch [00:11.93]You don't want no problems [00:13.36]'Cause I'm gon' to get 'em, got 'em [00:15.07]Beam down, red dot 'em, I'm serving Red Robins [00:18.21]Just as soon as I spot 'em, adios, he hauled it [00:21.47]You know Fatt, he 'bought it, matter fact, reroute it [00:24.64]'Fore I send them bullets flyin', [00:26.21]Crashin' like I killed the pilot [00:27.86]They gon' have to X-File it, another nigga missing [00:31.25]Where he at? shit , I don't know, Tupelo, Mississippi [00:34.40]Hey, somebody better help him or they gon' have to ship him [00:37.72]To the ER to see Abby, baby girl gon' snitch him [00:40.91]Throwing hundreds like I'm pitchin', [00:42.47]I got it, I'm a rich one [00:44.18]Bet whatever I'm leaving this mother****er with a thick one [00:47.50]I don't know you, bitch, you trippin' [00:49.17]Bust this nut and I'm dippin' [00:50.72]Out of sight, out of mind, another ****ing dimension [00:53.85]I'm a nut with this pimpin', hit it up, Hoover Crippin' [00:57.39]Shawty bitchin' Fatt, the potbelly mack back [01:00.64]We slum [01:01.81]Please don't make me take off the safety [01:04.22]I run things, see, things don't run me [01:07.35]We slum [01:08.01]Please don't make me take off the safety [01:10.58]I run things, see, things don't run me [01:13.91]We slum [01:14.41]Please don't make me take off the safety [01:17.16]Please don't make me take off the safety [01:20.42]Please don't make me take off the safety [01:23.79]I run things, see, things don't run me [01:26.97]We slum [01:27.59]Please don't make me take off that safety [01:30.20]Killers on front street, 'Bama gone crazy [01:33.41]This the shit they did to me, [01:35.09]That's the shit that made me [01:36.76]Weezy threw a pack out, [01:38.34]I ran it up through 8th Street (Gone) [01:40.21]Bought it out by carvin', dodging black Chargers [01:43.21]Made it out the mud puddle, now I hustle smarter [01:46.55]Ran up with them sticks out, [01:48.10]Boy, you know what this 'bout (What?) [01:49.86]New rock, kilos stuffed in the tube sock [01:53.30]Straight drop, I'm hungry whether I ate or not [01:56.47]It's shit cops, a hundred orders on my block [01:59.74]It's no stress, I done this shit here with no sweat [02:03.12]Big TEC, push a button, shoot at your neck [02:06.34]No flex, I really brought it up out the 'jects [02:09.61]No test, we really at it so cut the check [02:12.95]What's next? A hundred shooters with no vest [02:16.21]No warning, a few killers with no regrets [02:19.45]We slum [02:20.01]Please don't make me take off the safety [02:22.46]I run things, see, things don't run me [02:25.67]We slum [02:26.18]Please don't make me take off the safety [02:28.99]I run things, see, things don't run me [02:32.15]We slum [02:32.63]Please don't make me take off the safety [02:35.58]Please don't make me take off the safety [02:38.95]We slum [02:39.41]Please don't make me take off the safety [02:42.14]I run things, see, things don't run me [02:45.40]We slum [02:45.73]I've been in the back, [02:46.35]Back of that Pontiac, wearin' all black [02:47.44]Sittin' with a bag of smack, a duffel bag of shit [02:49.53]A nickelbag of funk, two gats, and a dimebag of crack [02:51.83]Shawty Fatt, nothin' but trouble, Big Henri [02:54.43]Yeah, mother****ers, these pockets gotta get filled up [02:56.50]So I got the box if you got the bubble [02:58.42]Chevrolet, several day, every day [03:00.36]Up them streets, them boys, they peddlin' [03:01.87]Turn that stomach upside down with violence, [03:04.06]That's unsettling [03:05.08]Ten toes down since they found prints of the brown Timbs [03:08.70]In the ground with rounds spit from pistol meddlin' [03:11.72]Creek Water, mother****er, made on South Eleventh [03:14.48]Oakley or States, mother****er, 231 shit [03:18.10]Trunk Muzik, goddamnit, pop the trunk and didn't panic [03:21.50]Waldon Park, took that shit to another planet [03:24.51]So **** you if you hatin', homie [03:26.11]I got all this credit on me [03:27.72]The streets are like wipers zonin', [03:29.34]Twistin' verses, Rigatoni [03:30.95]Sick of phonies but I never get lonely, [03:32.82]They keepin' my violet [03:34.16]And ever since Fatt closed his eyelids, [03:35.77]He became my pilot, yeah [03:37.54]We slum [03:38.15]Please don't make me take off the safety [03:40.77]I run things, see, things don't run me [03:44.02]We slum [03:44.50]Please don't make me take off the safety [03:47.29]I run things, see, things don't run me [03:50.60]We slum [03:51.03]Please don't make me take off the safety [03:53.86]Please don't make me take off the safety (We slum) [03:57.21]Please don't make me take off the safety [04:00.42]I run things, see, things don't run me [04:03.70]We slum