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Listen my guy
Dont try to be
Slick and sly
I see the dark
Demon deep in
Your eyes
I'm already peepin
The lies in your lines
You think I'm blind
To your disguise
Na..
Peep it
I'll still invite
You along for the ride
And keep you close
In my sight
Until the right
Time
To take what's mine
Your life
So
This is what
It is sounds like
When slugz fly
On my mama
Thugs getting Fried. ..
High
By tonight
Bye bye
Die
I Be thy
Guy
That
Caught thy body
So don't try me
On the wrong day
Cause homeboy
These days
I don't play
No games
Wit Lames
I'm lit
I'll split domes
Wit fatal poems
From tha top of the dome
That will wholeheartedly hit hard
After the kick of tha flow
Grippin microphones
Like chrome
It's on
Holmes your gone.
Bars hittin
Harder then Craig's brick
That knocked debo out
In the yard
Bitch that means
By any means
I'm going hard
For dem
Gems chips cribs and
Cars
Moonshine sippin
Pimpin life
Living in the stars
With one hand holding
The earth
And the other holdin Mars
Screaming f*ck the world
From a far
Listen for real
I'm for real gangsta
Pussy
No acting
Press me like a play button
And watch me play the part
Then we'll see
Who's got heart
I was born
And raised in the dark
With peewee piranhas
And Seasoned sharks
From these
Scandalous streets
To the poisonous prison yards
Witnessing warriors
Weeping wickedly
For treating there
Life's like getaway cars
Eventing losing
Control crashing
Hard
Now there either buried
In a box
Or lingering lurking lost
We play the cards
We're given
And pay the costs
To be the boss
Without the bitchin.
Listen
Were Hustling for a win
Until the end
In
The land of the lost
Everyday bodies
Get tossed
Everybody
Wanna body
A body to be tha boss
On the block
Until your lifes lost
Placed on lock
Now your just the OG
With 3 hots and a cott
On a sell block
Spreading wisdom
Deep within you
To the youth
That's now grippin
Tha glocks
On tha same blocks
Rollin with the same flock
Screaming thug life
Like pac
Poppin shots
Shots taking off
If your pockets
Aren't
Facing up
Your face is
Facing down
On the ground
Filled With rounds
That's why I ride
Around town
With that heavy metal
Fully.
Loaded Around
Meeeeeee.
Cause if I'm going out
I'm going out like.
A Gggg
Letting lose
Ammunition instantly
On various vultures
Violating street codes
In my vicinity
Bullets
Will hit cha
Lift ya
And split cha
Before
You even get
Close
To me
Seriously
Duck dive dip or dodge
When I let off
These lethal Shots
Or get rocked
Like
Cocaine 2 crack
From my glock
No joking
I'm loccin
Bullets
Flying flowin
Like a locomotive
At this very moment
On this beat up
Block
I Garentee
Your going to need
A doc
For you and your Fallin
Flock
Cause
I'm gonna stay
Gangsta with it
Until the day
I get got
smoke like pop
And body is dropped
In a plot
To rot
Until then
I'm rollin hot
With 10 in my glock
12s banging out the box
Swerving on blocks
Smoking top-notch
So stay out the way
Pray
And don't get got
Motha fucka
Look
Deep inside my eyes
I solemnly swear
I don't care
I ain't to be played with
You fuckin
Suuuuckaz
If you don't know now you know
Friend or foe you wanna see me lay low the 44 will blow and Knock out your

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