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Shut 'em

Yo shut 'em down the violence
We wilin' wilin' sling his body found
up on Coney Island
When I rolled up this heart slowed up
That killa froze up, when I pulled up jumped out with the
shots and ducked out
So out
Left that cat for dead his body out
Cause when I fall killas a kill me kid
I'm all out
a bitch, fuck it, got the gun bust it
Game play, gotta by the rules or your own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, your chest, put five inside your vest
you layin' with a dead rest
Shoulda known you was lookin' in the eyes a death
And I forgiveness when I did this
There was not no witness but he understand
Cause even God got a list

downs anonymous
I like a shiny silver nanabus
fond of us
We the kind that rush, those hold back
Takin' your whole
Grimy cats
Niggas head like Kojak
Go gat for gat
Coat
You smoke that
Or cut dust
your whole fuckin' stove crack
Betta me
1-3, one and only could be never in any ceremony
I'll tear you
'em down
Shun sees takin' your
Makin' your
Got nigga on the low
Defecatin' with
Breakin' your
Got you movin' from the flurry, to worry
I'm a the bullshit
my full clip

Shut 'em

Hey yo I bet you motherfuckin' double barrel will blast his face
Be on the look out for a basket
Niggas you up to watch you get beat
Had you thinkin' sweet
Now you up shit's
Cause your weak
How mich is your life worth to important
I be extortin'
Kidnap for ransom is some you don't want to get caught in
From back in the of Gordon
Niggas was gettin'
The guy from Rikers Height on his job
With his own mob
Was it worth goin' back to the so soon
makin' my shit go boom
To your own doom, from the
Till no room
Fuck you know about a box
Money goin' out nine Glocks
On top of that same nigga when they pull with nine shots
Feel like killin' for your
I ain't rest
It gonna take a whole lot to put up best
Then watch your loins out your vest
You get on some act your age shit
You a kid
That run for
niggas get killed like that

Mad man F-I-N-G-A-Z
The crazy cajun bullets for days and days
amazin' I'm the glazin' ason purple hazin'
Hard to be pahsin' Lord with all this hell I'm
God of the Underground, I'm 'em down with a thunder pound
We shut 'em down
We turn shit dumb gun click
in the vine
Pursed the line on dick
In the admit it dogs
I'm the Rottweiler my holler
Fuck cocaine killer I gun powder
So all you real willies your Roleys in the sky
And all the rob the place outside
I'm so hype, I take your life, betta have my doe
five mics, I don't need no mic!

Shut 'em