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Yeah he dead an gone
These dead niggas fuckin up my lungs
Im itching for a kill, got me reaching for my gun
My brotha christian, before he spin, he be talkin with the nun
Why you wit em girl
Why, why you fuckin' with them bums
I'ma spaz out, you ain't spaz shit
I'ma hawk his ass down where corey at
Oh wait, he in the ground
When I see him out, sniff em out
Like a fuckin' hound
You was in the hood without yo glock
And these bullets laid you down
Tuck you in, read your bedtime story
While we rock em' out
F*ck a stick
I'ma grab the drum and knock his noodle back
Smokin' on that fat bitch, because he turned out to be a rat
Ayy, Corey, how you goin' for that
Ayy, shit, you kant go for shit
Cause that niggas ina pack
I can really get your ass popped
Just gotta throw a rack
And, nigga, I'ma blow your head off
Like we in Iraq
And you know i really want em dead if we go up to sac
And these niggas dont know shit bout what we on nigga, ayy turn this bitch back up
Keep talkin' bout my brother
I'ma hit em where it hurts
I'ma step up on a nigga
And leave his dumbass at the church
I had to make sure he was dead
So i shot his fuckin hearse
Where i leave his body
Depend on how many percs im on
Dry snitch on myself, and put his coordinates all up ina song
Bullets through his spine
They gon' crack, all through his bone
Make sure all his niggas know
Ima smoke him while he on the phone
And I can't stop, steppin' till they all gone
Yeah i be flexin but ion got shit, go getcho own money
When im in that zone, ima send shots all through his belly
Somebody wipe his nose, it been lookin real runny
Just mixed a perc wit xan,
i been feelin real funny
Might spin his block, and hop out the car like a fuckin bunny
Yeah, i know why you fuckin wit me bitch, just know you gettin nun from me
And when we push up ona nigga, made a fat bitch get to runnin
Bitch close yo mouth, cause money my discussion
Dumb nigga dropped his low, we gon shoot the fuckin function
F*ck a eight-ball, bitch you know he really un it
Yeah he dead an gone
These dead niggas fuckin up my lungs
Im itching for a kill, got me reaching for my gun
My brotha christian, before he spin, he be talkin with the nun
Why you wit em girl
Why, why you fuckin' with them bums
I'ma spaz out, you ain't spaz shit
I'ma hawk his ass down where corey at
oh wait, he in the ground
When I see him out, sniff em out
Like a fuckin' hound
You was in the hood without yo glock
And these bullets laid you down
Aye pass me another 30 nigga
Aye pop me another one of these
Lets make one mo nigga, then hop out the stu nigga
Me an lil tuuts
Aye, bitch, aye, aye, bitch
Haha

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