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

Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, me under
Big pipes soundin like
Skated by the skin of my teeth, I had to put a man in his place last
Now why you wanna at me?
I'm the nigga to approach like that, homes
Wrong nigga for threats, lone nigga wit long
And we can dance one of us drop
You score points wit good formation
I'm the wrong nigga for patience, one at dunn
The very last nigga you should blast your gun
To the floor, like you goin to war
Now you fucked up, here come a real launcher
thrower, rule wit a iron 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 without fear
Am I in your thoughts often? you be walkin?
Foot catch you at the store's corner
Keep me on your and don't slumber
Man the you slip wit those, that's your ass

*bounty killer rhymes and

noyd]
M-o-b-b dunn, get it on dunn
Wit bounty killer, yo it's this dunn
Aiyyo 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 a round like this
>from q-u-double-e-n-s, my bomb borough, till the day of my
Whether in shit I been in, runnin down the
Sprayin wit the lindon, listen
We all through ac-tion, you know the last me blastin
The last man standin, pack long than bare wake
Neither the jake nor the snakes gon' it
You the mobb lettin off rockets
Gun burners like lungies, dummies
nuttin pop but the shells, these ain't words from hell
These are slugs, you feel
A gun runner for real nigga

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

*bounty rhymes and chants*