Summoning my DROOGS
Runnin with my DROOGS
Blood up on my TRUES
Say your know what’s crackin
But you haven’t got a CLUE
When you runnin with my droogs
Yeah I’m runnin with my droogs
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Me n my crew
Me n my droogs
Eaten up these bitches
Yuh we cannibal
Eaten through flesh
Rip my teeth through your chest
Go to sleep go to rest
If you speak on the set
You can see what happen next
Crunch me if you the captain
All cappin like Apple Jacks when
I twist you like cinnamon
If you actin frosted flakey
Michael Phelps Imma make you back swim n shit
I can hit a bitch
Like Im a Yankee
I’m on Jeter status
You can’t walk
How I walk
But you cheer the loudest
Not touchin
What I’m touchin
People clear the crowd when
Dekey round them
At the peak of the mountain
Your not even around it
I only smoke on the loudest
You are not my caliber
So wrap it up
While I’m wrappin up
This Cali bud
Stashin cabbage
In my mattress
Fuck the childish
Static
Yeah Imma have to stack it up
Or die tryin
Like half a buck
Give half a fuck 
If You at a function
I’ll pull up to 
Aunties luncheon
But I’d rather just kick it smooth
With a 40 and a blunt
Posted loose
With my droogs
Tellin stories gettin drunk
Rippin doinks until I’m stuck
Rowdy boisterous and ruff
So if your boys are actin up
Don’t need a toy 
Don’t got a choice 
I’m finna have ta smack ya up
I’m mega man
A veterin
Of anythin
Im set up in
I’m better than
The rest of them
You Wanna front
Then step up then
I’ll Light you up
Like Thomas fuckin Edison
makin sure your head’ll spin
But I’ll let it slide if you can move
With the dawgs I’m in the kennel with
Stupid tryna do shit
Cuz my droogs they gon start movin
If I’m outta my medicine
And you outta ya element
Actin out devilish
Give ya hell for the hell of it
Got me feelin malevolent 
You ain’t real you ain’t relevant
Screamin you got loyalty
But then steal from ya relatives?
Eatin all these boys that beef
Like eatin bags of kettle chips
You’ll see us cuz We prevalent 
Indigenous
So get with it
I’m hard to avoid
Facts I’m on fire
like Christopher Lloyd
Pussy boi he’s wearin wires
Go n snitch to the boys
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C)
Summoning my DROOGS
Runnin with my DROOGS
Blood up on my TRUES
Say you know what’s crackin
But you haven’t got a CLUE
When you runnin with my droogs
Yeah I’m runnin with my droogs
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A position
To get pissed when
All you bitches
Act like pigeons
lil birdies
Got me serving
Like I cooked you
In the kitchen
N I look at you
N vision
Somethin spooky 
Somethin cryptic
All my droogs
And all my minions
Ladies know 
We do it different
And they blowin us
Some kisses
Blowin us
Like cans of whippets
Livin Inna movie
Motion pictures
But you only showin 
Snippits
Spittin shit
N no one listens
God made me different
Made me different then the REST
a product
Of the problems 
That would flock inside my head
And thats how it all began
The story of a lil droog
Who grew to be a man
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C)
Summoning my DROOGS
Runnin with my DROOGS
Blood up on my TRUES
Say you know what’s crackin
But you haven’t got a CLUE
When you runnin with my droogs
Yeah I’m runnin with my droogs
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Runnin with my droogs

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