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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 way to let dem drown
Wit these guns of navarrone, I shall shoot dem like al
Take dem to the zones of bones, dat well
chanting and rhyming*

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

killer rhymes and chants*

[big
dunn, let's get it on dunn
Wit bounty killer, yo like this dunn
Aiyyo cock that shit, pop shit
Squeeze off, let em how real this is
M-o-b-b, d-double-e-p wit killer
No other gun runners keep a round like
q-u-double-e-n-s, my bomb borough, till the day of my death
Whether in shit I in, runnin down the block
Sprayin wit the lindon, listen
We all been through ac-tion, you know the last me
The man standin, pack shit long than bare wake
Neither the jake nor the snakes stop it
You know the lettin off rockets
Gun spit like lungies, dummies
Still nuttin pop but the shells, these words from hell
are slugs, something you feel
A gun runner nigga for real

Yo hear my gat blow, you spit out crack
The actual, that brand new six that you couldn't seem to
Empty the clip, make sure no get hit
While you layin up in the six
Flee the frontline, dismantle gap and
Then the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out
Plug leak, slip rug right from your feet
You runnin the streets, you don't no problems 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 get touched
Let the talk for you and you will get touched
Full fledge, ra let em know the ledge
you slippin off edge, your shorty's givin me head
Cockin em legs like guns when I'm cockin to
Poppin your way, shit that's hot your way

*bounty rhymes and chants*