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Bắt đầu làm bài nào

We still bad boys killas, don't fill us

Menacin' methods label me a weapon
Making niggas die witnessin' breathless
Can you my specific plan
To be the man in wicked land
Underhanded are planned

Scams are plotted grams and rocks
agents die by the random shots
We all die in the end, so the we swore
I was all about my ends, fuck friends and

Me, a born leader, never leave the without my my heata
Got me a dog, get nigga mobb, bitch, nigga
What could they do to me that brat?
Shit them, niggas me and still terrified, I'll get their ass

How can I you how I feel inside?
We outlawz motherfuckas, can't kill my
talk a lot of shit, but that's after I'm gone
'Cause, they fear me in physical form let it be
I'm

Tra la la la, all you die, troublesome

Oh, gutter ways, my is ghetto
We're guerrillas in this war, we all rebels
Death dishonor bet on bomb on them first niggas do
We came for murder, up in a hearse

side was the war cry bustin' all freely screaming, "Fuck"
All ya'll niggas in
Pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't back
Release me to care of my strap

Say my name times, like Candyman
Bet, I roll on your ass an avalanche
A survivor, learned to get high and pull drive bys
my folks, can't control my nine

Hearin' of my enemies pleadin', "Please"
Busta ass motherfuckas to flee
Picture me lettin' this chump
Ran up on his ass when I dumped he died, I'm troublesome

Tra la la la, all you niggas die,

Murder, my mind states
ain't change since my last rhyme
The crime rate ain't
Niggas bustin' like they lost their mind
Like twenty five to life never their mind

Tell me young nigga never learned a
Dead at cause he yearned to bang
a lot of flowers, but how can I cry
Try to warn the little nigga either or die

Mercy is for the weak when I speak I
Afraid to sleep in of crazy dreams
pictures of my enemies, family times
Lord, me, 'cause I'm wrong but I plan to die

Now, either take me in Heaven and understand I was a
Did the I could, raised in insanity
Or send me to Hell, I ain't beggin' for my
Ain't worse than this cursed ass hopeless life
Cause, I'm

La la la, all you die