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Mr. Brady
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Real Heavy
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Mr. Brady, what up
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Guilty Simpson in the house
Yeah Yeah Yeah
This to my ?Diego? ???? let's do it
West coast, throw it up
Murder city throw it up
Murder mysteries, throw it up
Peace to my West Coast fam we smoking
Seven eleven on dice to keep em open
I'm here to seize the moment
Potent, deadly, murderous medley
Rodents eat rat poison that I set out
For the slow leagues that chose to run their mouth
We run a tight ship and squealing ain't permitted
Unless you wanna see that villain ??interfitted / in a fitted??
Detroit new era, true terror, deal with Michigan when it's in new leathers
OG Kush when the blunts are blazing, eyes low you think I come from asians (Nah)
I come from a Detroit basement
guns ablazing, that did your face in
My dog takes spots for dollars
pop a pistol, and pop your collar holler
Real heavy when the beats get bang and make you pull your motherfucker hair out
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Get ready for the streets we take and raise your motherfucking hands and shout
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Turn the volume up let it bang nigga
From the ?detourest de? to LA nigga
Flows tighter than the jeans on a gay stripper
Smoke switches never fucking with no yay nigga
Watch what you say when concerning the west
Keep my name out you mouth unless you earning my checks
Spit hollows from the sun that I burned through yo chest
Make a young nigga stress like a paternity test yes
You know it's time to pile in
Mr. Brady on the beat so we dialed in
From the chain we more dirtier than shaolin
It's like poop mixed with dealer nigga times ten
I'm so motherfucker filthy wit it
I'm so fresh I'm so clean I'm so guilty wit it
Deep rooted till I'm placed in a grave
I touch a girls ass like Flava Flav
Real heavy when the beats get bang and make you pull your motherfucker hair out
Get ready for the streets we take and raise your motherfucking hands and shout
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