4 DA THUGS
Soliddoc & TraeThaKilla
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Run in to the bank Tell em' put it my bag Flash em' with that new ahh thang I might let em' hear a bang And my bullet like a fang Watch out bitch I got a K If I spray it ain't okay This new shit might wake Coltrane Please don't make me spill his brain Dropping bodies off a train Man I hear a lotta bangs And I got even more rangs Bitch I'm like 07 Wayne Kill a citizen no kane Mothafuck a job all I'm doing is I rob hoe When I'm off the block hoe Watch ya fuckin back bro I attack like I'm KRS Put you down to rest Yous a pest Bet you still depressed Pressed and you confessed Now I'm running off to west If you hear that brrra brrra brrra It's that mothafucking killa trae Disappear without no trace Cops can't find me f*ck a chase Hide my face I do the race I win the case Bloody jumpsuit Like I'm mase Clip on my waist Stuck in my ways One of theses days Hide at my place Keep up the pace Tie your shoe lace Lock up the safe This ain't no baseball but he run to the base Body in the freezer now it's a cold case If they catch me I'm a rapp-ah Shot him in the back-ah I'm everything you lack-ah 16 bars no ah hah Get up off my dick-ah Boutta hit a lick-ah Riding with the stick-ah Writing with the bic-ah Killer no filler i bring mystical styles Every MC I body on tracks Stacking their bodies stuffed into the piles Call it crack muzik cause the bass gon crack your floor tiles I hate all of these music industry lies My face plastered on to New York Times Why the f*ck my momma cries I ain't kill nobody I'm just doing fine If you Cross the line f*ck around and find out bitch I might hit the afterlife and say what's up to Makaveli Getting too hot I don't mean no Nelly This that shit that ain't on Telly Hit my Mothafuckin celly Now I'm headed to the deli Skipping over blood like ballet I'm more flyer than the prince of belaire Playlist motherfuckers act like they making your whole career Guess what I don't fear Carlos he a bitch make him disappear If he reappear hope he got no eyes And no tongue so he can't spread lies Way too extreme I don't give a f*ck Went off the grid time to hop on the charts Rid of the opps I swear they was cops Say they want smoke I give em' lung cancer One Beat and a gun turned him to a dancer My crib so haunted like the Lancasters Your ego hurting you need a plaster Go on my own I don't need a master Preach all this gospel like I'm a youth pastor Turning point for me I'm Julius randle Bullet flew by it blew off the candle My gun is a dog and I am the Handler Click click click no Adam Sandler
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