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Yo 'em down start the violence
We wilin' sling back his body found
up on Coney Island
When I rolled up this niggas heart up
That killa up, when I pulled up jumped out with the pump-pump
shots 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, it, got the gun bust it
play, gotta play by the rules or your own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, your chest, put five inside your vest
Have you with a dead rest
Shoulda known you was lookin' in the eyes a death
And I swore when I did this
There was not no but he should understand
Cause God got a shit 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 black
Makin' your fuckin' stove crack
Betta me
1-3, one and only be never phoney in any ceremony
I'll tear you
Shut 'em
Shun sees your time
Makin' your
Got nigga on the low
Defecatin' rhymes
your spine
Got you from the flurry, time to worry
I'm a bury the
my full clip

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Hey yo I bet you this motherfuckin' double barrel blast his face
Be on the look out for a case
Niggas pumped you up to you get beat
Had you thinkin' sweet
Now you up creek
Cause your shits
How mich is your worth to someone important
I be extortin'
Kidnap for is some shit you don't want to get caught in
back in the days of Gordon
Niggas was robbed
The guy from Height stayed on his job
With his own mob
Was it goin' back to the Earth 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 with nine
On top of that same nigga when they pull with nine shots
Feel like for your crew
I gon' rest
It gonna a whole lot to put up your best
Then watch your loins spill out vest
You best get on some act your age
You a kid
That run for
More niggas get like that

Mad man F-I-N-G-A-Z
The crazy cajun bullets for days and days
Grazin' amazin' I'm the 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 shut 'em down
We shit dumb quick gun click
Lyin' in the
Pursed the line on dick
In the morgue admit it
I'm the Rottweiler my Glock
Fuck cocaine I sniff gun powder
So all you real willies throw your in the sky
And all the rob the place outside
I'm so hype, I your life, betta have my doe right
Fuck five mics, I don't no mic!

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