Return of The Dons (feat. RVH)

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MC Mouad

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Return of the dons
Hit them niggas up tell them sound the alarm
We not keeping it calm call it a time bomb
Either get with the movement, or stay away from the harm
Motherfucker still balling
Canal street dealing with fiends they keep on calling
The kingpins reaching they dreams but now they falling
44 Slugs at ya dome call that a warning
Talking shit about me is a one way ticket
Direct flight right to your casket
This is not the final form my nigga it's a snippet
Ready for beef at all times I be making brisket
Killa beez attack till yo head burst, I'm dead thirst
The mac speaking to me know my head cursed
Y'all running to the money till ya legs hurt
Separate the hustle from greed ask RVH he a expert
Might blast if you cast the spot
6 Gats when I pass the docks
I'll shoot back call that a Nas response
I got mad dreams, all keys and 15's
I'll reach the top like Vince Carter y'all ain't built for big schemes
To all you sick fiends , impalas only come with drive by's that leave you vested
No question, 2 shots will leave you breathless
If we talkin with guns, I'm Shapiro let me spray some
Squeeze gats till my wrist is numb, bloodshed with a tommy gun
Affirmative action, pulling up to smoke niggas for satisfaction
Yeah
I'm back on my shit
I hope you understand now that I'm legit
On my throne imma sit
These other niggas mad they be throwing a fit
Started off small now the going crazy blowing up my phone
No disrespect at all, I just wanna be alone
Told y'all that I was gonna make it on my own
Never could wake up, praying for another brother's downfall
It's no cap I could cop or drop the bitch
Final lap I won't flop or stop on the pitch
To be serious I don't play when I flip the switch
Don't be curious I don't play you'll be thrown in a ditch
Hold up wait, I think I need to clear my name
I heard some people say that I was doing this shit for the fame
Nigga you're insane
Cuz we not the same
I'm a 50 year vet when it comes to The Game
I'm like Rambo, going crazy riding in a Lambo, commando
You know this type of shit you can't handle
Scandal Diamonds on me dancing like tango
Crossing niggas over left them looking in shambles
I ain't writing my shit, it's off the dome when I'm speaking it
Notorious lyricist, tell Hov that I'm feelin it
My verses are dispensaries full of the realest shit
Me and the G kicking it in executive
Jets, nigga we fly like Lavine
When we pull up you're like damn lemme hide behind my screen
Bullets, throw his body in the sea
When we leave the spot, it be looking like a Tarantino scene

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