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I get that gun, you know that blow and 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 I'm playin'
I know for sure I'll your mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me
You call the and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me
The gonna never end, never end
thinkin' I'm playin'

It's hard, yeah, it's hard, this that New York
That black glove, wood grip, 'em and chalk shit
I don't wanna talk, say a prayer for my
Droptop, ten shots, I'll make 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 blown
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 your fake chains
I'll give you somethin' to believe in
Knife work your lungs, I'll make it to breathe in
Little shit could be a big enough
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 the same gun

I get gun, you know that blow 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 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 gonna end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm

Me I punch every nigga first I had a fight
Maybe it's genetics, mama made me this
Cocaine baby, problem child, crazy
Children of the Corn, been warned so long
Big strap for robberies with my 380
I'll your little lady miscarry a baby
You leave the scene unseen I get to trippin'
Pistol your head hard enough to blur your vision
What up, comrade, salute, I pull rank, I got
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
This is how it feels 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 shit comin' through the on a nigga
My to a gravedigger