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

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

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

Me I punch every nigga first I had a with
Maybe it's genetics, mama made me this
Cocaine baby, problem child, half
of the Corn, I've been warned so long
Big strap for robberies my little 380
I'll make your little lady miscarry a
You leave the scene unseen I get to trippin'
Pistol whip your hard enough to blur your vision
What up, comrade, salute, I rank, I got bank
Just fucked up work, if we'll use shanks
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, it's a form of
You got to go to work on a
The red shit comin' through the shirt on a
My to a gravedigger