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"Gas Mask"
(with Of 300)

of 300:]
Shit I'm too
Too much for my damn
Hit the streets and go in hand I place that paper like damn stamps
Try, bitch Imma teach you 'bout drumming, and blowing trumpets that's band
I'm only to tell you sweet dreams, bitch I'm the Sandman
Take every shot at his top he wearing a head cam, yeah he a dead man
If he survive then I it's a miracle, but he gon' need a bedpan
Leavin' 'em pissed, let's go take his life and don't leave him with
Watchu 'bout blowing the Reaper a kiss, I promise six feet ain't the deepest it get
why I keep God, pray and play smart, keep the DA and my face with a charge
Keep tools on me in the street martial law, and fuck the police I'm on national guard
If we ain't in then you ain't the fam
you don't eat, Ethiopian
Fuck with the team, he hope he can
So he suicide like the Holy
Yo bitch I ain't meet, that ho in a
get a leash before she go off command
If we in the sheets then she know the clan
And I keep it up front so she know where I
TO3 if you know who I am
Heat on me bitch I'm gon' like a fan
GOD with me and so are these
FGE in and we so in

Coming from the sole old boots
Imma vet like old troops
This shit is accustomed like a old
And you niggas just old
Do it all, go hard like I don't
I stay on alarm, bitch I won't
yeah bitch I know tools
Get in these muddy you gon' know blues
No for these niggas, they could be the po-lice
Gotta for the Snake Eyes, without rolling no dice
They when you gettin' and pimpin'
And bitch I'm so dynamite, but I'm to leave a bitch froze
(boom, boom)
on Ice

[Montana of
I'm a in a gas mask
I was up a bad path
with the fast cash
Pounds no
Brought 'em in a bag
Got the weight off lipo
Don't play around with my dough
The last nigga that you beefed with didn't make you full of steel but this one wheel (will)
Smooth criminal,
I'm so focused like a tight
FGE that's I ride for
Started hydro, now I'm going viral
Everything I spit is
me kick it like Tae Bo [?]
Youngin from the ninth floor, flow
Verses so deep that you translate 'em like the Bible
Breakin' rules my dudes up in school with them tools but I didn't go to Columbine
I got so much money on my mafucking mind that I tattooed a dollar
I'm self-made I'm self-paid the bottom line
I'm just I ain't signing no dotted line
shit and see me, or just keep your mouth closed, who knows you might just live to see father time
When you with me in these streets boy I know exactly what to do with ya
B.O.B.E when we suiting up
This shit ain't nothing new to us
I call my shootas up
They call me like "Yo, you want me to him up?"
Ha!
The looks on they face is so priceless they come to realize it's two of us
Jesus get nailed to the cross when it's MC Hammer, I ain't come here to screw with ya
Get nailed with shells when this ruger up
I 'em hell just like God did to Lucifer
Your son or your daughter, your mami, papi, your granny I don't give a fuck who with ya
See first I whack you then slide in your boo
She get passed on to my crew I'm through with her
I got head in the whip, the legs on that chick, yup I beat that pussy no drumstick
Two in one night that's fun shit
I let that bitch off til' my gun
between his eyes then they closed up
Yo nigga got then you froze up
No club but bitch I stay poled up
Lamborghini doors, my dough's up