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I shoot him at his patas
My gun make a sound, yeah, it go rata
Shoot up at your bitch, then I shoot up at your patas

I ain't give a fuck, yeah,

metal jacket, shit, going pow, pow
Blow your brains out, let it hang out
Let the neighbors talk about it
Then skip trial
Wow, I'm amazed by how you niggas

Ayo, Lil Mexico, Pass The Gas
Flex Camp
Shoot some shots Flexatelli make them drop
Fat Nick on the tag we don’t fuck with an opp
I just run with

a backwood the size of a tree

And I love Jesus
He is the reason
I shoot anyone on my property

Show me your butthole
I'm gonna eat some fried chicken
And then

ain't gone lie I got my gun today,I ain't tryna fight
And if I ain't got the gun nigga I'll use knife
I ain't chilling with my bitch I was with your wife,

For My Thugs

Funkmaster Flex

The Tunnel

1999

this one for my thugs

Hey yo, niggas want to drive by the hood and dump
Come on stupid, I clap up from your hood to the trunk
Foot on the floor,

ya mouth where ya tooth is yeah
Get rich or die trying word to fifth that's the movement yeah
You gotta few guns word is you won't shoot it yeah
Bad

before
You go from being 18
And irresponsible
To when you go to being like 21
22 and the whole
World is on your shoulders
You got Ace on the beat

on my shooter list)
Shoot it up, I'm all black, I'm ready to go do a man (brr, brr, brr)
Shoot a man, gun in hand
Have 'em runnin' like the runnin' man

Lamborghini headlights in the rear view
These Parisian streets not meant to veer through
Especially with just one hand
I let go to shoot back but the gun jams

shoot like Klay, and mold your future like it's pottery
You want that smoke, but what I'll roll up with ain't broccoli
I'm movin' with that steel like it

bet they don't want none
Who, what, when, where, why, go run
Catch a motherfucker like Ricky with his gun
With a .22 bitch, ain't 22 yet
Everyday

Too Much

Lil' Boosie

Streetz Iz Mine

2007

f**k with that Hemi
I gotta Cutlass 350 will leave your ass by a distance

You ain't customly did it or oringally interior
Your like them West side

breaking right through the limits
So my convo getting pricey, I'm charging them by the minute

Only worried 'bout moving, forward, never worried 'bout

Sent me when I'm sinning through the loop we on some mob ties
Riding 'round the killers and they 'finna go and shoot you
We opening your mouth and yeah

and my niggas tilt heads
I tell them break a leg
I ain't talking show biz
I talking your kids, I make them show ribs
My gun so big it take his whole head

with my sun. It's wrong
Bring your guns out, let it shoot for fun
Oh, I'm gone

You really really really thought I couldn't think
I sync all day
Manage

Pun keeps the guns cocked)
Yeah, and you don't stop
(We'll make it hot nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot)
Yeah, and you don't stop
It's

Twinz (Deep Cover)

Big Punisher

Capital Punishment

1998

Pun keeps the guns cocked)
Yeah, and you don't stop
(We'll make it hot nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot)
Yeah, and you don't stop
It's

And you can't be serious, if you don't see all this damage I do in these lines
When my back on the wall 24 in the fourth its a lock i'ma shoot every time
I

Aye, yuh
Yuh, Luh Blaise
Yuh, aye
Drop your body in water you float like a fish
Selling these grams but you won’t hit a lick (Beep)
This tommy gun

knife that puncture lungs of sons
Don't make you wonder Mums?
If he was born to billionaires
Backed by a hundred guns
Would he be living still, drinking,

through it like butter
The demons been talking and lying or some
It's been a long night will the sun really come?
Chop shoot straight
I call it a gun
Roll

I'm peepin' through your window
Took out all your kinfolk
Now I'm fucking coming
To put you in a body bag

Young Metro didn't trust you
Hell I