DEATHBEAT
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Runnin yo block Run up on me an yo got shot That's jus how we rock You gon run if we pull up wit chops Me and Bryce We up in yo spot Hella boys wit us we ain need no Glock We got the shootas an they down to clock We ain got time we got rocks Smokin yo pack like we smokin the opps We leave you shot yuh We make you rot yuh Leave ya whole block teary eyed we leave the lot yuh Fighting for fun make it real cook you in a pot yuh Pull out a blade and we pull out Glock yuh Peelin out the coup when we hit the streets Wes is hot yuh And if need be we shoot at the cops yuh Yah we out with the Barretta Everything yo gang do we do bettah We is on top yah we the real steppa Black bag with a black mag means we is with the hit Make it back and we go on a lick What happens happens and we do it different This ain't Murdah music this is tha evidence Police on us an that is evident Chillin in the hood wit gage that's jus how we be Nobody got the stones to pull up on me Drive by they got a hit on me He masked up wit a stick on me At the park he got no wits wit me But that just how everybody be They jus mad that I got my boys dat stick wit me
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