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his mouth
And a hammer bringing thunder like it's coming from the clouds
Put a merc in the bin
Put a dirt in the ground
Put a target in my lungs ion
(M, M)
That day, every man had 'chetes
The opps got knifed, shout C and Sevs
(Fuck the feds)
Any two, bro, Slim's got a rev
Hundred pounds, put a paigon
down Carter like a pimpo
Say you better than me, that's an insult
Put us both on the track like the fan salt
I'm married to the gang, no in-laws
But
Fuck the bitch, I make her sweat, huh
I'ma die by my respect, huh
I put a check up on my neck
Life check ya in the head
I signed for a couple milli'
you frown
I been telling my parents I been making millions yeah I know they proud
I be standing over your dead body on the ground
Looking up at me up
realize how they shoot our pride down
They wanna charge us with 25
For 2 to 5 rounds
And I still lie down
On the ground like Floyd
Wanna put a knee to our
know I had me a spray ground I had glock make a pussy, boy, lay down
Fuck trappin', wan be on the stage now
In my face, they had played ain't no love for
An orgy of the damned in the church of love
A thunder clap comparable to
The burst of guns
Get your fucking face blown off
By the inertia pulse
Murder cult,
featuring Big Punisher KRS One
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS!
Verse one: KRS One
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me
Than
M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
Gave it to me for free free free
Put it in my PC, track 16
When it got
a rat
Damn, niggas switchin' sides on niggas just like that
You know me, I stay wit' a bitch on her knees
And give guns away in the hood like
a rat
Damn, n- switchin' sides on n- just like that
You know me, I stay wit' a bitch on her knees
And give guns away in the hood like government cheese
is fake
About to hate make a move out of state
Regime Killerz about face
Aw hell the Thugg Lord Salute Me!
Put 21 guns in the sky nigga rush
over a nigga
And the only way I can get away is weed and liquor
Fuckin' niggas up on the daily if they didn't pay me
Niggas pullin' guns on me damn
hood and holding up traffic
Let the riddles do the scrapping, keep the gun in my fabric
Better pistol than them badges, you get dealt with the maggots
a kick
I got shooters on your side of town
Send them ten bet them killers come and gun you down
Tell your neighbors stay put up bitch we got hundred rounds
are tired of just waiting
While you gun us down In public and hatred
We still living in the modern day enslavement
Tell me what's your occupation
Missin wifey and my daughters tell my sons they baddest, imagine
I was still wit ya I'd be all up in them pictures
See me vibin in the cut instead of dyin
Sudan on it (woo)
I might shoot a gun at you by my fan homie
Not playin' got a band
With saran on it, and
Stayed down with me and my man homie ,
the clout
In and out,
That's what this business is really 'bout
Try to fuck with me I'll put you down
Tauntin' me like he won't die
Try me that's suicide
posted with a .44
I got it out in case a nigga wanna take a photo
Remember me and 3Three we used to ride up in a stolo
Now I'm in a two-door coupe, it
it for the genius side of music
In Atlanta and i'll be
Damned if i bothered by a
Nigga with a problem
No longer art it's just some
People and their
the ground)
My emotions is a clip to my heart emotional gun
Fuck me over nigg you better duck you better run
Don't you lie to me
(Lie to me)
Look me in my eyes
Took yo bitch to the pound
A nigga run up on me and ill put yo ass in the ground
Niggas tryin me
they must think im a clown
They get hit with
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