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and nobody could top us
40 bussing I added some grabba
Mad max I be feeling like a shotta
Sell meds make me feel like a doctor
Don't come you ain't from that's

Man we only 18 man
We doin big things
Top shotta lil baby Mexico
Get rich or die trying you already know
Yung Mio
Yung Miooooo
Listen I got this

told me that's dangerous 
I been through so much that pain feel painless 
You guilty by association so check who you hang wit 
Cause when it's 

You

always felt like Tulane
Even as a toddler I was a top shotta
None of this shit is new mayne
I do this for mama and my pockets
Always remember those two

option around here
Know what I'm talking about
I put in work for the gang and you know it
I'ma young shotta I work that choppa
These niggas know it yeah

my lane
Same old streets
We not the same
Yeah

Stuck in the country side surrounded by shottas and farmers
Don't want no drama living my life tryna see

(Think we found a loophole)
A hunnid shottas, two oppas, I bet these Glock I pop 'em (I bet I do)
A hunnid shottas, two oppas, I bet these Glock I

Luther king I had a dream but I had to grind first
He was taught to flee by any means when them sirens heard
Know gunshots when he hear em he ain't confuse

on him
Mum comes home to a house
Surrounded by blue tape
And a bag of police try to stop her coming in
Confusion, pain, anger, suffering
I understand why

She call me big poppa 
(Baby babyyy)
Walk in the spot right wit A 6 shotta 
(Glllttt)
I fuck ya I fuck ya bitch proper 
(Aye Muahh)
She wanted some

the way I freaked it
Ameritalyanos peep the way we speak shit

A Guinea's a Ginzo, A thugs a Guappo
Born of Italian descent, top shotta Wop yo
A Peasant is

to leave that lean, Henny, and coke alone
Terror to the business, married to the strippers, T-Pain
Student of the game pre-Kane, you niggas Post Malone

R.I.P the Family Tree
Ohh nah nah nah nah nah

(Chorus)
Lost so many people and i'm losing more day by day
(day by day)
So every night I pray
(night

Out of range, never running out of game
Lotta chains, came with a lot of pain
Not a day goes by I ain't got a jay
Spending change, where that

Cold heart no love now patched up wont throw it out
Been here thru all of da pain but took our own route
U know im right here with da gang and i wont

Jamaican Joint

Cam'ron

On My Way to Church [Clean]

2004

Killa, Jones, Jones, Let's Go are

Clowns don't come around, pound pounds I pump in town
Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross, jump around
Jumpin'

yea shotta shoot by
Di foreign rev up
Like a two bike
Vrrroooom
When mi rip away
Mi dip a bay
Mi switch the lane
Di tire just a bun up
When mi switch

Yeah, yeah (I jumped the gun)
LE Top Shotta (YGA)
Bomb like Al-Qaeda (had to put a real shooter on this motherfucker)
Finale, finito, uh (gang,

yelling free bacon
Let that lil bitch know when she basic
Pain in my body, I know I could take it
Dreamin' bout Raris, so you know I can't wait Tryna take

when we ride)
Thug alibi till I die (Alibi till I die)
By any means in gon’ survive
(By any means I’m gon’ survive)
We tore them choppas when we slide

bwoy?
Just stay by my side tonight
Stay by my side tonight

[Kakuyon & Shotta Spence]
Stay by my side tonight
In you I confide tonight
Stay by my side

Oou
Look, coast to coast my approach to the quotes ain't the most grandiose
But to commodes, I'm still the hot caca
Top shottas and Glock poppers,

with me it don’t matter what they say
Kept the liquor by your picture but the pain won't go away
So I speak to someone bigger get on my knees and I pray

damn i miss my shotta duns, shotta rip by shotta gun 
blockathon, where a shukran turn a shotta gun, 
sing chaka khan, sing sing till the shotta gone