Hahahahahaaa
Yeah n***a
The smoke of New York
Get up, come On
Ah
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There's nowhere to run to when d**h becomes you
Some say your soul may burn in the flame...
So front if you want to, but n***az who murk you
Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave
You a rider right, that ride tonight
n***a you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight
n***a co*k the steal this is k** or be k**ed
n***a sh** is real in the field
Whats the procedures n***a, when you got a hammer in your mouth
When you laid down and cry, when you stand up and die
Like the man that I am, fireeee!
Yes Yes, give um the whole thang
I'm a legend in the town, nowww
Since your all gangstered up lets get the f** down
Big Bill dancin' im reppin for Buck town
n***a see me dummin' I'm comin clutchin the pound
Don't worry about my whereabouts
We air um out, clear um out, yes yes
The pressure's on now, you need to get your hammers up
Th-th-th thats what's up
You too tough n***a, you dun rap it up
Brownsville, cl-cl-cl clap it up!
Fif put in the call
We ready to brawl with everyone of you or, yes yes
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You got these young n***az hollerin murderer!
Copper chops on my block like, blaka blaka blaka
n***az dont give a f**
I seen a n***a shoot my momz, right in front of my motherf**in' face
See in the 'ville, ain't such a thing as a straight bullet
When your index finger on the trigger and you pull it
Slugs aint never outta season
All you gotta do is give a motherf**er one reason
Blood stains on the ceilin'
Same place he stood, thats what they leave um
Dont black it out, lets just squeezn off with your gun
'Cuz you gon' get your punk a** robbed with the young
You know the drill
I'ma give your a** three seconds to bounce and you better not chark
f** that. Three gunshots ah b**h! Rest in bits
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