(It's so incredible)

Ace...

Chorus:
You ain´t comin round here
talkin all dat shit
Talkin bout you get all dem bricks
I´m a have to come round your way
Nigga I´m real you all too fake
And a pistol where ya mamma stay
Act like I don´t know where you lay
Betta act right fo' I get uptight
Act up I´m a let da automatic spray

x2:
(Get em) boy there ya go
(Get em) boy there ya go
Blocka Blocka Blocka Blocka
Boy there you go

Hol' up with it, Khaled
don´t let me get em
Gun cocked, where his cheerin?
No talk, time to get him
Fake niggas gon' make me kill him
Make his body shiver like
he naked in a river
Matter fact I´m a leave him in the river
Come and get him when it´s winter
Nigga holla back
I´m gutta. I done told ya that
Rock boy bitch over bags
Say you movin them slabs of crack
See nigga you a lie like Pac is back
Man you niggas all crap
And you homies won't last
Til your somethin like paper tags
don´t make me slide the mask
To save from blast
Get his ass

Chorus

Now let me get em
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/5voIWhen I walk up in the place
Put the pace in ya face
Tell em gimme dat K
Fuck niggas and they really don´t think
That I know where they lay
duct tape they face
Pop pop, unload dat K
Then we leave em and we find
em in a couple of days
Pussy niggas know where you lay
Actin like I don´t know where you stay
Runnin at ya mouth man ya niggas too fake
Tellin all the niggas that
you move them thangs What?
Y'ain't bout dat lie Huh?
Y'ain't got no stride Naww
You'nt really grind
Leave em in da streets til
the D boys find em
Dumb niggas and they huggin on the grind
In the middle of this town
We gon' G-G-Get em

Chorus

Now who am I? mothafuckas wanna know
When I pull up in that rover
They know that it´s over
Big holes in ya body like coasters
Creep Creep we deep with soldiers
Black holster to carry that toaster
Hot head now they callin me folgers
But still creep in adidas with
the heaters, millimeters
Wanna see where yo family at
Pop pop just call me ace
Slump niggas I´m a call you dead
Click clack now ya T-shirt red
Hand em an tampon
No batteries included know that
the clip be hands on
It'll take yo mans on
Leave his body slumped in the damn yard (Get em)

Chorus