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Shut 'em

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

downs anonymous
I spit like a shiny silver
Niggas of us
We the kind that rush, those that back
your whole stack
Grimy cats
Niggas bald like Kojak
Go gat for gat
that
You smoke that
Or cut dust
Makin' your fuckin' stove crack
know me
1-3, one and only could be never phoney in any
tear you homey
Shut 'em
Shun sees takin' time
Makin' mind
Got nigga on the low
Defecatin' rhymes
Breakin' your
Got you movin' from the flurry, to worry
I'm a the bullshit
Feel my clip

'em down

Hey yo I bet you this double barrel will blast his face
Be on the out for a basket case
Niggas you up to watch you get beat
Had you shits sweet
Now you up creek
Cause your shits
How is your life worth to someone important
Cause I be
Kidnap for ransom is some shit you don't want to get in
From back in the of Gordon
was gettin' robbed
The guy from Rikers stayed on his job
With his own mob
Was it worth goin' to the Earth so soon
Worth my shit go boom
To your own doom, from the
Till there's no
Fuck you about a pine box
Money out with nine Glocks
On top of that same nigga they pull with they nine shots
Feel like killin' for crew
I ain't rest
It take a whole lot to put up your best
Then watch your loins out your vest
You best get on some act your age
You a kid
run for faces
More niggas get killed like

Mad man Sticky
The crazy cajun blazin' bullets for days and
amazin' I'm the glazin' ason purple hazin'
Hard to be Lord with all this hell I'm raisin'
God of the Underground, I'm 'em down with a thunder pound
We shut 'em down
We turn dumb quick gun click
Lyin' in the
Pursed the line on your
In the morgue it dogs
I'm the Rottweiler my holler
Fuck cocaine killer I gun powder
So all you real willies throw your in the sky
And all the rob the place outside
I'm so hype, I take your life, betta my doe right
five mics, I don't need no mic!

Shut 'em