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

It's hard, yeah, it's hard, that New York shit
That black glove, wood grip, 'em and chalk shit
I wanna talk, say a prayer for my enemies
Droptop, ten shots, I'll your ass a memory
to ride, homicide, I'm down with it
I'll wave that chopper, hit your whip and shake the ground it
Fuck N dot Bonepart, get your ass blown apart
Hip hop's Napoleon, you know war, you know me
I'll hunt you like a great
Hit you, hit you like a freight
Run off with fake chains
I'll give you 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, feed them
I for you, you ain't ready for the outcome
Nigga get at you all week with the same gun

I get that gun, you know that blow and baking be the recipe
For sure I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the of me
The drama's gonna end, never end
thinkin' I'm playin'
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 gonna never end, end
thinkin' I'm playin'

Me I punch every nigga first I had a fight
Maybe it's genetics, made me like this
baby, problem child, half crazy
Children of the Corn, I've been warned so
Big strap for with my little 380
I'll make your little lady a baby
You leave the scene unseen I get to trippin'
Pistol whip your head hard to blur your vision
up, comrade, salute, I pull rank, I got bank
Just fucked up work, 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 feels you squeeze a Smith & Wesson
When is not an option, it's a form of expression
You got to go to work on a
The red comin' through the shirt on a nigga
My gift to a