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Double O Seven
by RichOne
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Big chief I be burnin on my past time
Swear I must've been John Gotti in my past life
Bitch please nigga get the fuck out my face
Clean up crew catchin bodies no trace
You a mark blood stains on my t shirt
Yea I fuck wit her but no I don't need her
Leave it to beaver monsters and creatures ohh my
Lil nigga gettin hit with this clothes line
Pop 2 addies and I'm back in effect
Hollow points hittin rippin right through that nigga vest ok
Class is in session crash out
James Bond wit this Wesson calm and collective
Sniper on the roof got you Ina scope
Put em on ice Elsa had to let em go
Grabba full of bomb explosive off this medical
You a grunt bitch nigga I'm the general woooo
One time clutchin two sticks got three niggas masked in this whip
Four by four burnin up the block five niggas gettin dropped
No I can't be stopped
Sippin on ooze yea got a nigga twisted Tasmanian
Sparking so much got me feelin like a alien
Slidin in this spaceship let the base hit
He a druggie all he do is post up wit them base heads
Pops raised me with them killas I don't act right
Better play it cool lil nigga on yo last life
Pack light movin like we ina task force
Swear to god I'm the last nigga that you ask for
Jonny Cage kickin niggas all in they shit
Street marines and you know we well equipped
Posted do the most shit we in motion
Stay mixin drank like we trippin off these potions
Wavy you could catch me wit a buss down
Whippin mopar that nigga take the bus route
Broke boy no money no chance
Yea I'm wit these bands hoe
Red bandanna bounce out like im Rambo
Strapped to the T you ain't really want war
Ten niggas in my bity equal me less is more
Hardcore Holly TLC ECW
Me against y'all on hood easy W
My phone keep ring ring ringing
My phone keep ring ring ringing
My phone keep ring ring ringing
My phone keep
Bitch stay off my line Hoe
I ain't tryna hear that bullshit
I be off the henny tripped up like let's do this
Who this lead em straight to hell like Anubis
Had to cut ma last no time for no new bitch
Brain blast big headed like im neutron
Hittin all angles fold her up like a futon
You thought you caught me in a red dot
Wolves in these glades chew em up spittin led shots
Too hot too hot
Big chief I be burnin on my past time
Swear I must've been John Gotti in my past life
Bitch please nigga get the fuck out my face
Clean up crew catchin bodies no trace
You a mark blood stains on my t shirt
Yea I fuck wit her but no I don't need her
Leave it to beaver monsters and creatures ohh my
Lil nigga gettin hit with this clothes line
Pop 2 addies and I'm back in effect
Hollow points hittin rippin right through that nigga vest ok
Class is in session crash out
James Bond wit this Wesson calm and collective
Sniper on the roof got you Ina scope
Put em on ice Elsa had to let em go
Grabba full of bomb explosive off this medical
You a grunt bitch nigga I'm the general woooo
One time clutchin two sticks got three niggas masked in this whip
Four by four burnin up the block five niggas gettin dropped
No I can't be stopped
Sippin on ooze yea got a nigga twisted Tasmanian
Sparking so much got me feelin like a alien
Slidin in this spaceship let the base hit
He a druggie all he do is post up wit them base heads
Pops raised me with them killas I don't act right
Better play it cool lil nigga on yo last life
Pack light movin like we ina task force
Swear to god I'm the last nigga that you ask for
Jonny Cage kickin niggas all in they shit
Street marines and you know we well equipped
Posted do the most shit we in motion
Stay mixin drank like we trippin off these potions
Wavy you could catch me wit a buss down
Whippin mopar that nigga take the bus route
Broke boy no money no chance
Yea I'm wit these bands hoe
Red bandanna bounce out like im Rambo
Strapped to the T you ain't really want war
Ten niggas in my bity equal me less is more
Hardcore Holly TLC ECW
Me against y'all on hood easy W
My phone keep ring ring ringing
My phone keep ring ring ringing
My phone keep ring ring ringing
My phone keep
Bitch stay off my line Hoe
I ain't tryna hear that bullshit
I be off the henny tripped up like let's do this
Who this lead em straight to hell like Anubis
Had to cut ma last no time for no new bitch
Brain blast big headed like im neutron
Hittin all angles fold her up like a futon
You thought you caught me in a red dot
Wolves in these glades chew em up spittin led shots
Too hot too hot
