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1:

Never duck another mother repeat it
Never duck another fucker
Nigga delete it
put the cerebellum in mode
For real a foe can get
with what a know
Killa fillin'
yo biblical ritual the to get rid
Of yo pain your pitiful game,
this is pain
Deep in the pit of yo brain let it
a unforgettable aim
Nigga for a spot to bust
the homie that you killed meant a lot to us
Buck instead I'm lookin for a to fuck
Kill a nigga like he was a swastika
You can do it but you blew it cause up
get your ride on is you rock or what?
of luck,
you're really gonna need it heated
Mother fucker let the erupt, Box him up
I wanna be the one
to get a meter in the gut
I wanna be the one to hit'em with milli
cut up In the middle I'm a little
And different And I it
I said it you remember that?
(Hell mother yeah)
you wanna get in trouble
With a nigga like the
if lookin' like a enemy bust
We don't stop and take a minute
we

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Hey son what the fuck are you duckin'
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They come bets to every fuckin'one
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Say some around and some buckin' guns
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Spray guns might result in you bussin'
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2:

Never let a hatin' mother
see ya
the chest no need regret
A fun day caper a paper
So I can read the I can dig it you can dig it
Put a nigga in the grave if he or penetrate
The loop of
a nigga if you steppin to me
You will benefit
if I start it Imma finish it
Run up on a fucka
while he a chick
Put a bullet in her head while she the dick
a bit of evidence baby it's irrelevant
You got it with yo nigga the luck of the grit
Bring pain 2 everyone in your face the bane
You bury some its mother fuckin'
we guns
If you don't you're insane or dumb
Teccanina's too rough (too rough), too (too hard), too tough (too tough), you scarred (you scarred)
cause a nigga
A mother fuckin' round spit
Fuckin' around the killa clown and shit.
If you really wanna do it nigga we can into
Put us up against some mother
and we thru it
Fuck a nigga buck a
if he think a gorilla
Meant I when I said it you that
(hell mother yeah)
You wanna get in trouble
With a nigga the Teccanina
if you're lookin' like a enemy,
We don't ever and take a minute
we jus,

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Hey son the fuck are you duckin' from?
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They come bets to fight fuckin'one
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Say some punks around and some guns
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Spray guns might result in you some
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3:

Get by the Tech 9 handgun
Now I'm on the out run
Flowin' the beginning hot cooked done
Fuckin' wit a crazy warlord
Punks wanna trip but know
I'm too mother hard
Deadly ticking a time bomb
Fuckin' me you think you were in Vietnam
When I explode nuttin left
but for those who are froze
For fuckin' wit a insane
Mentally minded mad mother mad man
is out to
Sinkin' punks quick sand
droppin' and
Any that bucks up bring a body bag
If you get fucked up
There it is you bitch made
start runnin'
When I'm with the trigga
of an uzi a gauge
don't matter many suckas die
When the shot gun
From block 2 block, hood 2
Street 2 street boy you can't fuck me
So 4 those who chose 2 up and talk shit
Admit ya your little ass got lit
I don't be the one
to get a milla in the gut
I wanna be the one to hit'em with another
cut up In the middle I'm a little
And different And I it
I said it you remember that?
(Hell fuckin' yeah)
You don't get in trouble
a nigga like the Teccanina
if lookin' like a enemy bust
We ever stop and take a minute
we breathe

(2x):

(BREATHE!)
Hey son what the fuck are you from?
(BREATHE!)
They come bets to fight fuckin'one
(BREATHE!)
Say some punks around and buckin' guns
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Spray guns might result in you bussin'
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