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Its 187 on a motherfking hook out of bounds should have shook we banging by the book got shot in the neck trying to get away and to a vigi it aint nothing but gun play Its 187 on a motherfking hook out of bounds should have shook we banging by the book got shot in the neck trying to get away and to a vigi it aint nothing but gun play
Buck these im a killa sreaming regime deep navis wit heat like the A team and when my K scream its causing nothing but murder bucking these making hate me
Yeah nigg* we dont give a fk nigg* we thug lords connected from tech n9ne and touched for the thug war whose got love for these wit no love at all give a fk guns clutched only left a ball I know you heard of me wanna murder me cause im the nigg* that cooked the bird ?? In the kitchen moms itchin had the whole gang unwrapping chickens nigg* and we was headed for the jack strapped wit a fat gat all my down to rat tat tat tat west coast bad boys we was yelling now west coast mafia regime and thug zellin nigg*
187 on a motherfking hook out of bounds should have shook we banging by the book got shot in the neck trying to get away and to a vigi it aint nothing but gun play Its 187 on a motherfking hook out of bounds should have shook we banging by the book got shot in the neck trying to get away and to a vigi it aint nothing but gun play
Try to get me for my scratch and you get your arm detached if you try to rip me on a track I put you in a ziploc napsack believe it I get glocks at that price im like martini and rossi Austispumante alright that kill em up on sight killa nigg* night something wit tinted widows dumpin at you hit dump compliments of south sacramento you could ask lil zar or big zow im a monster I keep long gats like charles bronson and im on some put you in the trunk all fked up and lonesome its gon come armageddon nigg* my arms is sweating cause I been busting them model thangs see im good with the weapon plus I really dont like you nigg* you whole crew cant bust and I felt that s**t way back when you was down wit us clown wit us used to smoke a pound wit us now im bound to cut you and your homies up nobody even heard your stuff said its 187 187 me and C-Bo and Tech N9ne on your bunker bunking wit a mac 11
187 on a motherfking hook out of bounds should have shook we banging by the book got shot in the neck trying to get away and to a vigi it aint nothing but gun play Its 187 on a motherfking hook out of bounds should have shook we banging by the book got shot in the neck trying to get away and to a vigi it aint nothing but gun play
nigg* to catch this nigg* im ready to peel one instead of the shoulders I gotta diss toward a grill some vigalantee and villigan regime come wit steel guns get ready to sleep cause you tripped when you fk wit a villian which one of yall motherfkers said fk Tech N9ne shady Pacino turned C-hoe when I clutched that n9ne me and my nigg* C-Bo Yuk mezzole not only bust that rhyme we can do it illegal so the evilll give a fk next time nigg* dont you ever spit my name cha and thinking that the same cha two thou we switched the game and spit the flame wah Allah oh akbar Is what I say before I buck ya motherfk busters like vell bakardy yeah nigg* had enough ya get ready to suffer kneel down nigg* Tech N9ne Killa Klown nigg* six feet underground is where your found nigg* 40 water would never did a song witcha if he knew the song was about me never make a million next time say my name say my name like destinys children b*tch
Its 187 on a motherfking hook out of bounds should have shook we banging by the book got shot in the neck trying to get away and to a vigi it aint nothing but gun play Its 187 on a motherfking hook out of bounds should have shook we banging by the book got shot in the neck trying to get away and to a vigi it aint nothing but gun play