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Yo shut 'em down start the
We wilin' sling back his body found
Washed up on Coney
When I rolled up this niggas slowed up
That killa froze up, I pulled up jumped out with the pump-pump
Thirty-two shots and out
So out
Left cat for dead his body smoked out
Cause when I y'all killas a kill me kid
I'm all out
Lifes a bitch, it, got the gun bust it
Game play, gotta by the rules or your own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put inside your vest
Have you layin' with a rest
Shoulda known when you was in the eyes a death
And I swore when I did this
There was not no witness but he understand
even God got a shit list

Beat anonymous
I spit like a shiny nanabus
Niggas of us
We the kind that rush, those that back
your whole stack
Grimy street
bald head like Kojak
Go gat for gat
Coat
You could that
Or cut dust
Makin' your whole fuckin' stove
know me
1-3, one and only could be never phoney in any
I'll tear you
'em down
Shun sees takin' time
your mind
Got nigga on the low
with rhymes
Breakin' your
Got you movin' from the flurry, to worry
I'm a bury the
Feel my clip

'em down

Hey yo I bet you this motherfuckin' double barrel will blast his
Be on the out for a basket case
Niggas pumped you up to watch you get
Had you thinkin' shits
Now you up creek
Cause your shits
How mich is your worth to someone important
I be extortin'
Kidnap for ransom is some shit you don't to get caught in
From back in the days of
Niggas was gettin'
The guy from Height stayed on his job
With his own mob
Was it worth goin' to the Earth so soon
Worth my shit go boom
To your own doom, from the
Till no room
Fuck you know about a box
Money goin' out nine Glocks
On top of that same nigga when they pull with nine shots
Feel like for your crew
I gon' rest
It gonna a whole lot to put up your best
Then watch your loins spill out your
You best get on act your age shit
You a kid
That run for
More niggas get killed like

Mad man F-I-N-G-A-Z
The crazy cajun blazin' bullets for days and
Grazin' amazin' I'm the glazin' purple hazin'
Hard to be pahsin' Lord with all this hell I'm
God of the Underground, I'm gunnin' 'em with a thunder pound
We gonna 'em down
We turn shit dumb quick gun
Lyin' in the
Pursed the on your dick
In the morgue admit it
I'm the Rottweiler my Glock
cocaine killer I sniff gun powder
So all you real throw your Roleys in the sky
And all the crooks rob the place
I'm so hype, I take life, betta have my doe right
five mics, I don't need no mic!

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