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Blaaw!
Verse 1:
nigg* who you think you fkin' with?
You ain't no killer I put slugs in opposite leg to get my skrilla
Does a blackflip pull out my gat and blow your ass
Twenty paces nine millimeter slugs up in they faces
Ain't no nigg* living alive that could vibe
And have me caught up in some bulls**t I eat your as* up with the full clip
The giggidy giggidy giggidy gangster from the eastside of the Bay
Ballin' outta the hooptie with the 50 clip A.K. Blaaw!
don't wanna fk with me
Infared was up in your eye when you rolled up to me
I have one bullet up in the chamber ready to put your as* to rest
You was strapped with a bullet proff vest and it still went through your chest
You fail to realize the size you fkin' with a killer
Boss mobster known to be effective figure (x5)
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Don't cry when me bleed ya, LR nigg* don't let me break you down (x3)
Verse 2:
Don't be fkin' with my emotions playa
Cause a nigg* will cut your balls off and feed 'em to you
I'd love to do you with this big as* tech to get motherfkin' respect
Woo-ha put your as* in check
Leavin' you hoppin' down the street with half your as* hangin' up off your
back
So hold your motherfkin' n*tsack I'm off the yack nigg*
Put your dead homey up in my seat
Open up the door and throw his as* out on the concrete
See you can't fk with a killer though
YOu catch me bailin' parlayin' but I have to blast at you nigg* though
Keep it on your as* on the slundin' with the beenie
Keepin' you motherfkers two dollars short of a martinee
I'm a straight soldier motherfkin' player shotcaller boss baller
Poppin' muy fkin' collar hopin' you is feelin' me cause I'm born
to die
Catch me runnin' in handcuff don't ask me why
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Verse 3:
Circular game for murderers coke dealers and deez
Gotta get my uzi for that got that love for me
Gotta pay my dues in this s**t can't get the game for free
So at the age of 14 a motherfker was slangin' D
And I've been gang related ever since I came out the womb of my mama
Readly for the motherfkin' drama
Seen this Cherokee they start shootin' this bike
Will see I hopped out of the hooptie to take they motherfkin' life
Got to bustin' apon they as* with the 4-4 watchin' 'em flee
Harder to kill than your average motherfkin' G
Suprise I got you c*cked up in sight
And Im hopin' I got your punk as* won't be makin' home tonight
You cryin' homie that on the reala nigg* you fail to realize the size
You fkin' with a killer
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