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your ass and dilute your blood with lead
From my hollow tips, I'll send you to an early grave
You fucking slave, you better try another way
To take me
It's murder one, they found a gun, now they doing ballistics
But they can't find a fingerprint, the shit's going terrific
Get so close on your target
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
down no time to waste
Head straight for the bushes (Quick)
Dreaming of the gun that I can't locate
So instead I get bludgeoned (Uhuh)
I landed in Tilted
Gun 'round, don't get gunned down
You can come now i'll probably never
Remember they always told me you
Would lie to me
I could have anything that I
is childs play
Seriously though
I can rap bout any you guys with my tongue tied
Ha ha ha
Don't make me get serious on your ass
You wouldn't like
myself
Do you hear me?
I don't want nobody
To give me nothing
Open up the door
I'll get it myself
We got talents we can use
On our side of town
thinks for certainly odd
Yes sir
You are the blessings from God but can't see cause ya energy's off
You afraid to be soft
You think it's weak no SWV
I
abc's
You should watch your mouth kid (you should watch your mouth kid)
You should watch your mouth kid (you should watch your mouth kid)
I come from dust
wood from my bats
Then they meet where the fuck I'm at, for real
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
anything you want me to
I'll be your down-ass chick
Now baby, I told you I can show you better than I can tell
You blow trial, who bring commissaries
anything you want me to
I'll be your down-ass chick
Now baby, I told you I can show you better than I can tell
You blow trial, who bring commissaries
You little punk mother fucker
I aint got no love for you I got a slug for you
Its possible today can be your very last morning
Move your ass
somewhere out keeping it cool
(And get told) Almost anything instead of the truth
Y'all know more than I do, it's breaking news to me too
Easy killer y'all
mama heart skip a beat every time
She get a call from my BM
So I send text sayin I love you
Every day to her DM
We takers gents
It's what we do
And if
coming to choose
Her friend can get it too
Nigga put your hands up
You gotta give me the loot
If I took you down that road
It'll probably get cold
Soon
runnin' (let's do it)
I might gun 'em
Shipment comin' (let's do it)
Better not fumble (yeah)
Church on Sunday (let's do it)
'Bout my money (do it,
you need crack to see me
I'm a classic, one of your old scratched up CDs
Check my swag it's easy
As you can see, I do the damn thing and I ain't Fab
learnin'
Guns bustin', tyres turnin', that's a Russian and a German
That's your phone ringin', you can hear the beep
You won't be saved by the bell when
But if they don't repent man
They gon' go to hell
If you can't do the time
Then don't do the crime
If you can't do the time
Then don't do the crime
If
from the South to the East
Uhhhhh
I represent, where them killers at?
145th and Broadway, you get your head cracked
Get your legs snapped, arm-twist
out
Or do this like punks and punk it out
Pull your strap on me, nigga, you better kill me!
Thug life, baby. Thug Luv
I'll probably be punished
out
Or do this like punks and punk it out
Pull your strap on me, nigga, you better kill me!
Thug life, baby. Thug Luv
I'll probably be punished
out
Or do this like punks and punk it out
Pull your strap on me, nigga, you better kill me!
Thug life, baby. Thug Luv
I'll probably be punished
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