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Shut 'em

Yo shut 'em down the violence
We wilin' sling back his body found
Washed up on Island
When I rolled up this niggas heart up
That killa froze up, when I pulled up jumped out with the
Thirty-two shots and out
So out
Left that cat for dead his smoked out
Cause when I fall y'all killas a 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, your chest, put five inside your vest
Have you with a dead rest
known when you was lookin' in the eyes a death
And I swore forgiveness when I did
There was not no witness but he understand
Cause even God got a shit

downs anonymous
I spit like a shiny silver
fond of us
We the kind that rush, those that hold
Takin' whole stack
Grimy street
Niggas head like Kojak
Go gat for gat
that
You could that
Or cut dust
Makin' your whole stove crack
know me
1-3, one and only could be phoney in any ceremony
I'll tear you
'em down
Shun sees takin' time
Makin' your
Got this on the low
Defecatin' with
your spine
Got you movin' from the flurry, time to
I'm a the bullshit
Feel my clip

'em down

Hey yo I bet you this motherfuckin' double barrel will blast his
Be on the look out for a case
Niggas you up to watch you get beat
Had you thinkin' shits
Now you up creek
Cause your weak
How mich is life worth to someone important
I be extortin'
Kidnap for ransom is some shit you don't want to get in
back in the days of Gordon
Niggas was robbed
The guy from Rikers Height on his job
his own little mob
Was it worth goin' back to the so soon
Worth my shit go boom
To own doom, from the graveyards
Till there's no
Fuck you about a pine box
goin' out with nine Glocks
On top of same nigga when they pull with they nine shots
Feel like for your crew
I gon' rest
It gonna take a whole lot to put up best
watch your loins spill out your vest
You best get on act your age shit
You a kid
That run for
More get killed like that

Mad man Sticky
The crazy cajun blazin' bullets for days and
Grazin' amazin' I'm the glazin' ason hazin'
Hard to be Lord with all this hell I'm raisin'
God of the Underground, I'm gunnin' 'em with a thunder pound
We gonna 'em down
We turn dumb quick gun click
Lyin' in the
Pursed the line on dick
In the morgue it dogs
I'm the Rottweiler my holler
cocaine killer I sniff gun powder
So all you real willies throw your in the sky
And all the rob the place outside
I'm so hype, I take your life, betta my doe right
Fuck mics, I don't need no mic!

Shut 'em