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

It's hard, yeah, hard, this 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 your whip and shake the with it
Fuck N dot Bonepart, get your ass blown apart
Hip hop's Napoleon, you know war, you me then
hunt you like a great dane
Hit you, hit you like a freight
Run off with your chains
I'll give you mothafuckas to believe in
Knife work your lungs, I'll make it hard to in
Little shit 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 with the same gun

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

Me I punch 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 with my 380
I'll your little lady miscarry a baby
You leave the scene when I get to trippin'
Pistol whip your head enough to blur your vision
What up, comrade, salute, I rank, I got bank
Just fucked up work, askin' if we'll use
Every 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 you squeeze a Smith & Wesson
When is not an option, it's a form of expression
You got to go to on a nigga
The red shit through the shirt on a nigga
My to a gravedigger