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[bounty
I saw these fools tryin to get around, to let me down
And all dat, ha but I got an easier way to let dem
Wit these guns of navarrone, I shall shoot dem like al
Take dem to the zones of bones, dat well
*begins and rhyming*

Yo dunn, they tried to me down, bury me under
Big pipes soundin like
by the skin of my teeth, I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you come at me?
I'm the wrong nigga to like that, homes
nigga for threats, lone nigga wit long chrome
And we can dance one of us drop
You score points fallin wit good
I'm the nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn
The very last nigga you should ever your gun
To the floor, actin like you to war
Now you fucked up, here come a rocket launcher
Flame thrower, rule wit a rod
That be the ruger, y'all niggas tryin hard
But who the when you can't walk your hood at night
And you come outside without fear
Am I in your often? while you be walkin?
Foot catch you at the store's corner
Keep me on mind and don't slumber
Man the minute you slip wit those, that's ass

*bounty killer rhymes and

[big
M-o-b-b dunn, get it on dunn
Wit killer, yo it's like this dunn
cock that shit, pop that shit
Squeeze off, let em know how real is
M-o-b-b, d-double-e-p wit bounty
No other gun runners keep a round this
>from q-u-double-e-n-s, my borough, till the day of my death
Whether in I been in, runnin down the block
Sprayin wit the lindon, listen
We all been ac-tion, you know the last me blastin
The last man standin, shit long than bare wake
Neither the jake nor the snakes gon' it
You know the mobb lettin off
Gun burners spit lungies, dummies
Still nuttin pop but the shells, ain't words from hell
are slugs, something you feel
A gun runner nigga for nigga

Yo my gat blow, make you spit out crack
The actual, that brand new six that you couldn't seem to
Empty the clip, sure no friendly get hit
you layin bloodied up in the six
Flee the frontline, gap and bounce
Then watch the o'clock news and hear them shout you out
leak, slip rug right from under your feet
You runnin the streets, you don't want no wit us
Everyday is like of july to us
in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch
Interfere wit the plan and you will get
Let the liquor talk for you and you will get
fledge, like ra let em know the ledge
While you slippin off edge, your shorty's givin me
Cockin em like guns when I'm cockin to spray
your way, sendin shit that's hot your way

*bounty killer and chants*