squeeze 1st

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uh, yeah, mmmm, william h. niggas, holla, yeah, yo, that's why i, squeeze first ask quesions last, that's how most of these so called gangstas pass, i, squeeze first ask questions last, cuz when i pull up, always pop, that's why i'm livin today, yo, when i meet ya, i heat ya down, when i greet ya, meet ya with pound, not the handshake, but the kind that make ya demand a wake, the kind that put land over your face, i pop ya, let doctors stitch ya, i-n-f-r-a, will not miss ya, i move light, like my shoes too tight, leave niggas confused from the day to the night, at night, see the light, when the pistol's sparkin, daytime it gets dark when that pistol barkin, i keep cash 'case cops arrest me, 'case kids kidnap me, kids could get back me, you shall repent 'fore you spend a red cent, if not, you somebody up close to sin, thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he, face a thousand deaths from mr. shawn correy, carter, rap harder like i'm part of a cult, like cuban cigar maker 'cept i'm hard to smoke, and y'all choke motherfuckers, i said thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he, face a thousand deaths from mr. shawn correy, carter, rap harder like i'm part of a cult, like cuban cigar maker 'cept i'm hard to smoke, thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he, face a thousand deaths from mr. shawn correy, carter, rap harder like i'm part of a cult, like cuban cigar maker 'cept i'm hard to smoke, and y'all choke niggas, y'all don't understand, i said thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he, face a thousand deaths from mr. shawn correy, carter, rap harder like i'm part of a cult, like cuban cigar maker 'cept i'm hard to smoke, y'all choke niggas, see when i'm low in digits, i push blow in a blizzard, i'm a player for real, i post and pivot, coke distribute, be where the ghostes visit, where the demons live, shit my scene is vivid, squeamish kids, y'all get the fuck outta this verse, it's about to get so obscene in a minute, i seen and live it, i did some things i admit it, wasn't proud of it, but i was a child fuck it, kept a pow tucked in a brown belt, couldn't sit down, big gun kept stickin my pelvis, shit it was either that or be livin wit elvis, niggas is jealous, hell is hot, you heard x, wanted to tell god that i don't deserve this, was afraid that he'd tell me i deserve less, my life was nervous, you haven't heard stress, til you heard the cries of my mama, me givin her drama, told her i aint promised tomorrow, gotta live for the day, and before she could say jay. i was out the door, pouch full of raw, a outlaw mentality, men gotta do men things for men salary, bad boy, not puff or mike lowery, damn b.i.g. woulda been proud of me, ahh shit man. young hova ya heard?, who could fuck wit him?