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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 drama's gonna never end, end
Keep thinkin' I'm
I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin' head, you get to me
You call the and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me
The gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm

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

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

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