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I get that gun, you know that blow and baking soda be the
For sure I that .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 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, outline 'em and shit
I don't wanna talk, say a for my enemies
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 know me
I'll hunt you like a great
Hit you, hit you like a freight
Run off your fake chains
I'll give you mothafuckas to believe in
Knife work your lungs, make it hard to breathe in
Little could be a big enough reason
You're with the wolves, fool, better feed them
I for you, you ain't ready for the outcome
I'll get at you all week with the same gun

I get that gun, you know that blow and baking soda be the
For sure I make that .40 blow, you get the best 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 cops and i get knocked, I to the death of me
The drama's never end, never end
thinkin' I'm playin'

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