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Intro: Lil
up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 do the deal
Load up my big nine, now I'm finna to kill
If you bustas slippin', this .50 finna do the deal
Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to
If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 do the deal
Load up my big nine, now I'm shoot to kill
If you bustas slippin', this .50 finna do the deal
Load up my big nine, now I'm finna to kill (Aye, aye)
(Ruby, you got it?)
If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the

[Verse 1: PLAGUE]
outta hell, ring the bells
Plague is to stay
Roaches and locusts, cover me
No halo hovering, me in your grave
got no Patek because I'll be here 'till the end of fucking times
Thy kingdom come, thy be done
And you wonder, "who am I?"
I am the son, born and raised
Preaching $uicide, googly
"Tell me more!"

Praise the fucking devil, God can suck my
I scorch the
Making mountains crumble, meltin', oceans swellin'
I'm lord of the
Load up
a fucking minute, I got more to say
Threatening
Some would say nay, 'cause the tip of my sword blade dipped in
Lil Plague breaking
$carecrow in the corn maze, haunting games
For war, we
is cold in Norway
Hanging from the doorframe sores and stains
For war, we
7th Ward, the
For war, we
7th Ward, the
For war, we
7th Ward, the
For war, we

2: LIL CHOPPA]
Death is inevitable, the fucking $carecrow walkin' on his
On your blood-stained wood floor, you know, mister
the fucking voices through my window
(Begging to be dead!)
But no
Just Chucky, Cut Throat got the blade, and the knife
May thy rise for the Yung even died
My father forsaken, I
I'm $uicide until I die
an eye for an eye
Speaking of I, I— (someone me out...)
See the reaper having a busy
Won't even let me rest, I'm sleeping
It's harder to watch from the bleachers
The father of
Like Knievel, and I stay jumping over people
eatin', close to lethal
Cigarette breathin' junkie, to needles
So I up a fuck-up (pow! pow! pow! pow!)
Load the nine up, my time's up, (yeah, yeah)

[Outro: LIL & Lil Gin]
Grew up a up
Load up my big nine, now I'm finna to kill
the nine up (fuck all this shit)
If you bustas
My time's up,
It's .50 finna—