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Hit the dank and took my glock off lock, and off
To the 21st blocc, Im rollin in a drop top
Three for zero that black criminal mac mac nigg*
That pap! pap! me hittin a couple of rounds
And while I test him, hey fk a Smith & Wesson
I got my, nine at my chest and I got my dime bag
Of stress weed, a 40 oz. of OE and Im creepin
Up on some in a mob and a nigg* claimin OG,
Pap! hit him in that dome and it was that worst
Put him on the ground wit a brain, full o dem nine slugs
So wrap that nigg* up, put him in a hearse
And Im hittin 50, right around that curb, tight,
Rollin up in a 64, 4 doors sideways to the next light (YOU KNOW)
An I hit that corner of 24 street, some nigg* mean mugging
Lynch, and I pop in a clip and Im not finna get got,
Ima shoot before Im shot for the fact Im B-U-Double D-E-D
Im reaching up in my glove box, for the welfare weed
Thats fillin a siccness so I miss dead bodies
In an, oldsmobile, up on the curb and while Im skirtin
Pass the view wit an empty 9 and some bourbon (riiight)
I just adjust to the fact that aint got no hope
Im fillin em up with 16s, and letting em know
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Its either that die, or that sickness, and its the nigg* that nigg* that
One you come see, with that 9 millimeter meter watch them 9 millimeter meat
Wikkihdie come, Wikkihtah come, Wikkihtah come, Wikkihtah E-drop, styling,
If I dont get you with me nina then me, you, scream,
And two pop nigg* that mine in the deuce for the deuce
Without them gun shells, firing, fidda them dont know me when me high
Off them doughshot killa weed, me take-a me nine millimeter nine,
And me blast him, enemy for the die, cuz of dat siccness dem creep
And ten baumy and a them say
Load up that nine Im finna finna go boom!
Them no dubbin up that nina cut them in half with some of them
Ripgut, quality, for the fundamental cannibalism
Got them black enemy runnin in and when them,
Sickness kick in a million, baby dying, boom!
Hit em with my G like every day, nigg*,
From the creek to the Garden Blocc,
I was creepin from the double dead red till all the drama stop,
And 50 150 is all that shouldnt even be on a list
Cuz since for the fkin with Ive been crazy times 6 charging in 66 and um,
cant see my folk when I dump them .44 slugs all down they throat
It takes one time, all night, to peel your tonsols
From the phone post, you know,
All up in the cut with the real deuce deuce four love I got
But you know that nigg* from the creek so peep at what this trigger got
Come follow me sin, come quick cuz Im bustin all up on your, blocc
Shakin up yo nuts like dice deuce four in the dont strike twice
Them gon all go say oh about 44 times till so,
Much later than you go, better off dead, but nigg* instead
That I let your mama know, she might wanna follow this Fahlivum s**t
Cuz a nigg* wont last much longer, with wraps in the cut
Chewin all on your nuts like my nigg* Jeffrey Dahlmer,
Cant load that s**t that sickness gets me harder than a corpse
Till I reach for the greeds that nigg* start jackin off until it hurts
sw*llow my s**t so thick this nigg* run loccs up on you almost daily
For the digs then Im off d*ck grow soft with lynch Im chewin up babies
We gonna stay sicc, for the crazy run em up gospel s**t kicks in
Its the nigg* named 6 with the locc to the brain style fix
Eatin up your dead skin
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