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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 al capone
Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat
chanting and rhyming*

Yo dunn, tried to knock me down, bury me under
Big pipes soundin thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth, I had to put a man in his last week
Now why you wanna at me?
I'm the wrong nigga to like that, homes
Wrong nigga for threats, lone wit long chrome
And we can till one of us drop
You score points fallin wit formation
I'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at
The very last nigga you should blast your gun
To the floor, actin you goin to war
Now you fucked up, come a real rocket launcher
Flame thrower, rule wit a rod
That be the ruger, y'all niggas keep tryin
But who the loser you can't walk your hood at night
And you can't come outside fear
Am I in thoughts often? while you be walkin?
soldier catch you at the store's corner
Keep me on your mind and don't
Man the minute you slip wit those, your ass

*bounty killer rhymes and

noyd]
M-o-b-b dunn, get it on dunn
Wit bounty killer, yo it's like this
cock that shit, pop that shit
Squeeze off, let em how real this is
M-o-b-b, wit bounty killer
No other gun runners keep a round like
>from q-u-double-e-n-s, my bomb borough, 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 man standin, pack shit long than bare wake
Neither the nor the snakes gon' stop it
You know the mobb off rockets
Gun burners spit like lungies,
Still nuttin pop but the shells, ain't words from hell
These are slugs, you feel
A gun runner for real nigga

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

*bounty killer and chants*