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I get that gun, you know that blow and soda be the recipe
For sure I make that .40 blow, you get the best of me
The drama's gonna end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm
I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin' head, you get to me
You the cops 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, make your ass a memory
Time to ride, homicide, I'm down it
I'll wave that chopper, hit your whip and the ground with it
Fuck with N dot Bonepart, get your ass apart
Hip hop's Napoleon, you know war, you me then
hunt you like a great dane
Hit you, hit you a freight train
Run off your fake chains
give you mothafuckas somethin' to believe in
Knife work lungs, I'll make it hard to breathe in
Little could be a big enough reason
dancin' with the wolves, fool, better feed them
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 make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the 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 and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me
The drama's never end, never end
Keep I'm playin'

Me I every nigga first I had a fight with
Maybe it's genetics, mama made me this
Cocaine baby, problem child, crazy
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 the scene unseen when I get to trippin'
Pistol whip your head hard enough to blur your
What up, comrade, salute, I rank, I got bank
fucked 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
is how it feels when you squeeze a Smith & Wesson
When talk is not an option, it's a of expression
You got to go to work on a
The red comin' through the shirt on a nigga
My gift to a