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I get that gun, you know that and baking soda be the recipe
For sure I make that .40 blow, you get the best of me
The drama's never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm
I know for sure split your mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me
You call the cops and i get knocked, I to the death of me
The drama's never end, never end
Keep I'm playin'

hard, yeah, it's hard, this that New York shit
That glove, wood grip, outline 'em and chalk shit
I don't talk, say a prayer for my enemies
Droptop, ten shots, make your ass a memory
Time to ride, homicide, I'm with it
wave that chopper, hit your whip and shake the ground with it
Fuck N dot Bonepart, get your ass blown apart
Hip hop's Napoleon, you know war, you me then
hunt you like a great dane
Hit you, hit you like a freight
Run off with fake chains
give you mothafuckas somethin' to believe in
Knife your lungs, I'll make it hard to breathe in
Little shit be a big enough reason
You're dancin' with the wolves, fool, better feed
I for you, you ain't ready for the outcome
Nigga I'll get at you all week with the gun

I get that gun, you know that blow and baking be the recipe
For sure I that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
The drama's gonna end, never end
Keep I'm playin'
I know for I'll split your mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me
You call the cops and i get knocked, I swear to the of me
The drama's gonna end, never end
thinkin' I'm playin'

Me I punch every nigga I had a fight with
Maybe genetics, mama made me like this
baby, problem child, half crazy
Children of the Corn, I've been so long
Big for robberies with my little 380
I'll make your lady miscarry a baby
You leave the scene unseen I get to trippin'
Pistol whip your head hard enough to your vision
up, comrade, salute, I pull rank, I got bank
Just up work, askin' if we'll use shanks
Every I'm in my clique, nigga, I run shit
I put in my own work, run, get who you get
This is how it when you squeeze a Smith & Wesson
When talk is not an option, it's a form of
You got to go to on a nigga
The red shit comin' through the shirt on a
My to a gravedigger