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Young Gods when you shout guns you kill sons
Can't get the pen for murder one
I rather be rich, lay back and spark that
now son of being hit by a bullet

Yo, the garden of redemption, half of my clan is in
For being lynch men, listening
Like Sonny Listen on pisten, 25 was no surprise
He shot 3 niggas left one

With bloody palms, them niggas tried and his moms
Start at his chest
Shells went to his charms on Saint Nicks, that branch
The weed kid, 2 niggas dead, history, like a pyramid

He mailed the cleaves to an island off the Florida
out, Dunn had a 3 story penthouse
450 C on
Young fakes made the move on the New street

he flipped his man to see the nigga bury
Check the sub though, key Joe Colombo
Got a kid out in Florida on the low
Pushin' a Benz-O, O-O and mo'

He his smoke out the store, Boe kicked in the door
Bran was in the back gamblin' with 2 pounds of green on the
My Dunn escaped out guns stable
Of course, he fucked up white whores

The German's in his laboratory with the force
Bring it too hot we self cock the full
sneaky hit the back caught a shell through his eye
He screamed, the rest of his team
Got ripped to death a 88 jeans

Young Gods you shout them guns you kill sons
Can't get the pen for murder one
I rather be rich, lay back and spark shit
Killed now son of being hit by a

Nigga shut the fuck up and drown the keys in the
your cool feds be knocking on the door soon
Said they heard about cat you murdered the boom boom
You shoulda swooped on 'em stayed Water do 'em on him

Jet skied on 'em then flew around on 'em
4 in the morning, I threw the ski mask on 'em
My little man's on the corner I plant it on 'em
357 slug on 'em
bitches that was bugging for him you know 'em

Some bitches still be holding
20, 25 years on 'em they
Now back with the with the twelve burner to be on it
12 is on it Darkman on it and niggas don't want it

Gods when you shout them guns you kill sons
Can't get into the pen for one
I rather be rich, lay and spark that shit
Killed now son of hit by a bullet

Gods when you shout them guns you kill sons
Can't get the pen for murder one
I rather be rich, lay back and spark that
Killed now son of hit by a bullet