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Shut 'em

Yo 'em down start the violence
We wilin' wilin' back his body found
Washed up on Coney
When I rolled up this niggas heart up
That killa froze up, when I up jumped out with the pump-pump
Thirty-two shots and out
So out
Left that cat for dead his body out
Cause when I fall y'all a kill me kid
I'm all out
Lifes a bitch, it, got the gun bust it
Game play, gotta play by the rules or your own be trusted
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put five your vest
Have you with a dead rest
Shoulda when you was lookin' in the eyes a death
And I swore forgiveness I did this
There was not no witness but he should
Cause even God got a shit

Beat downs
I like a shiny silver nanabus
fond of us
We the kind that rush, those hold back
your whole stack
Grimy street
Niggas bald head Kojak
Go gat for gat
Coat
You smoke that
Or cut dust
Makin' your whole stove crack
Betta me
1-3, one and only could be never phoney in any
tear you homey
Shut 'em
Shun sees takin' your
your mind
Got nigga on the low
with rhymes
Breakin' spine
Got you movin' from the flurry, time to
I'm a the bullshit
my full clip

Shut 'em

Hey yo I bet you this motherfuckin' double barrel blast his face
Be on the look out for a case
pumped you up to watch you get beat
Had you thinkin' sweet
Now you up shit's
Cause shits weak
How mich is your worth to someone important
Cause I be
Kidnap for ransom is some you don't want to get caught in
From in the days of Gordon
was gettin' robbed
The guy from Rikers Height on his job
his own little mob
Was it goin' back to the Earth so soon
Worth makin' my go boom
To your own doom, from the
there's no room
Fuck you know a pine box
Money goin' out with nine
On top of that same when they pull with they nine shots
Feel like killin' for your
I ain't gon'
It gonna 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 get killed like that

Mad man F-I-N-G-A-Z
The crazy cajun bullets for days and days
Grazin' I'm the glazin' ason purple hazin'
to be pahsin' Lord with all this hell I'm raisin'
God of the Underground, I'm gunnin' 'em down with a pound
We gonna 'em down
We turn shit quick gun click
Lyin' in the
the line on your dick
In the admit it dogs
I'm the my Glock holler
Fuck killer I sniff gun powder
So all you real throw your Roleys in the sky
And all the rob the place outside
I'm so hype, I take life, betta have my doe right
Fuck mics, I don't need no mic!

Shut 'em