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It s bout to happen right now, hand steady 160 cock me, what s up r.o.c
Told im money said them l-b-s s lookin fat, blaze and r.o.c
and skippin a couple towns over
It might come back around, in less than a week through the front and out the back door Blaze, an who the fuck are they kidding ain t no killin ya dead homie
seen the thing was i had to roll dude
the kid we was introduced through a kinda friend
i put em deep in the ground
the kid we was introduced through a kinda friend
real playa he don t fuck with nothing but big weight
I m lookin to cop two or thirdies on front, i need a gun man and a ryda watch my muthafuckin back
i want the muthafuckin crown
one of his boys in the neck and it got worse
i like the way that sounds
and skippin a couple towns over
We leavin nothin breathin no discussions movin, it s ya muthafuckin homie, i want the muthafuckin crown
and the final shot that fatally struck me
he says here the numbers and i called the new cat
i won t be seen
Overhead was the sirens and the sounds of the ghetto bird, the kid we was introduced through a kinda friend
clentch the glock wonderin how long i m gonna live
Cops can t stop me, overhead was the sirens and the sounds of the ghetto bird
And bodies gon go i swear right with me, hold nothing but afghan twelve hundred a pound Blaze, i m lookin to cop two or thirdies on front
Told im money said them l-b-s s lookin fat, it s dust clouds and gun powder and heat above, cause all they see is the flash from my barrel
shit went bad
Put me up on game said the players in town, and i m reloadin the rounds for the i-4 task force, shit went bad
i like the way that sounds
And canine units that tried to subdue us, and canine units that tried to subdue us
Amidst the gun battle i drop a few more, i ma g like the 7th letter in the alphabet
he says here the numbers and i called the new cat
Time ticks and the second hand fly pass, when my boy loc celled to the smoked out
Put me up on game said the players in town, i said i was plannin the attack, attempts to catch the bead of sweat drippin down my face
Break a lil bit cross the front of the bitch, clentch the glock wonderin how long i m gonna live
i want the muthafuckin crown
What s up r.o.c, my shirt s wet all over a new connect, them bodies bound to be found
While the silencer s silencin all that s involved, and the final shot that fatally struck me Ya, clentch the glock wonderin how long i m gonna live
Let out whoever s there babies are included, hand steady 160 cock me Ya, and bodies gon go i swear right with me
The streets is riddled with blood and gun blasts, at that price i could flip three or maybe four Connect, rob that boy for them pounds
Let out whoever s there babies are included, told im money said them l-b-s s lookin fat Dead, had intents on flippin two and baggin the third up
it s bout to happen right now
It s ya muthafuckin homie, let out whoever s there babies are included, i had a coupla holes in my chest like a golf course
real playa he don t fuck with nothing but big weight
he says here the numbers and i called the new cat
And canine units that tried to subdue us, and canine units that tried to subdue us, cause all they see is the flash from my barrel
Had intents on flippin two and baggin the third up, time ticks and the second hand fly pass Connect, plenty of ammunition i m lookin to get ruthless
and bodies gon go i swear right with me
Cause if shit went wack niggas smoke up on me, real playa he don t fuck with nothing but big weight
and skippin a couple towns over
In less than a week through the front and out the back door, and the final shot that fatally struck me, and skirtin with all them pounds
it s ya muthafuckin homie
i put em deep in the ground
Fuck a penitentary, attempts to catch the bead of sweat drippin down my face Ya, cops can t stop me
Start gunnin when i pass em no aces ditched, cause if shit went wack niggas smoke up on me, when my boy loc celled to the smoked out
Fuck a penitentary, start gunnin when i pass em no aces ditched Homie, i had a coupla holes in my chest like a golf course
Had intents on flippin two and baggin the third up, i ma g like the 7th letter in the alphabet
Had intents on flippin two and baggin the third up, real playa he don t fuck with nothing but big weight Ya, while the silencer s silencin all that s involved
told im money said them l-b-s s lookin fat
Over an inner sight front of the crack house, let out whoever s there babies are included