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I get that gun, you that blow and baking soda be the recipe
For sure I that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
The gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm
I know for sure I'll your mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me
You call the cops and i get knocked, I 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 with it
I'll wave that chopper, hit whip and shake the ground with it
Fuck with N dot Bonepart, get ass blown apart
Hip hop's Napoleon, you war, you know me then
I'll hunt you like a great
Hit you, hit you a freight train
Run off with your chains
give you mothafuckas somethin' to believe in
Knife work your lungs, 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 and baking soda be the recipe
For sure I make .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
The drama's gonna 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 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 it's genetics, mama me like this
Cocaine baby, child, half crazy
Children of the Corn, I've warned so long
Big strap for robberies my little 380
I'll make little lady miscarry a baby
You leave the scene unseen I get to trippin'
Pistol whip your head hard enough to blur your
up, comrade, salute, I pull rank, I got bank
Just fucked up work, askin' if we'll use
clique 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 when you 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' the shirt on a nigga
My to a gravedigger