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

It's hard, yeah, it's hard, that New York shit
That black glove, wood grip, outline 'em and chalk
I don't wanna talk, say a for my enemies
Droptop, ten shots, I'll 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 your ass blown
Hip hop's Napoleon, you know war, you know me
I'll hunt you a great dane
Hit you, hit you a freight train
Run off with your fake
I'll give you somethin' to believe in
Knife work lungs, I'll make it hard to breathe in
Little shit could be a big enough
You're dancin' with the wolves, fool, better them
I feel for you, you ain't ready for the
Nigga I'll get at you all week with the gun

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 drama's never end, never end
thinkin' I'm playin'
I for sure 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 I had a fight with
it's genetics, mama made me like this
Cocaine baby, problem child, crazy
of the Corn, I've been warned so long
Big for robberies with my little 380
I'll make little lady miscarry a baby
You leave the unseen when I get to trippin'
Pistol whip your head hard enough to blur vision
What up, comrade, salute, I 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, a form of expression
You got to go to work on a
The red shit comin' through the shirt on a
My gift to a