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Sometimes i walk around strapped, i m givin a fuck about naythin Stories, muthafucka satan
but now his little brother s stuck on payback
and they down to play
And take you muthafuckas out, i m givin a fuck about naythin
came home and beat his ho down
Don t be anohter nigga on my shitlist, i m burnin muthafuckas like a arsonist
That s right, he fell victim to the chrome as i punched in the gold broam
Cause i never play the last place, i m rollin a small coupe drop through the hood of gees
Cause i m that hard, just another muthafucka who got tore down Gang, the hardest nigga with a g slang
but the niggas was sho from the sto
you didn t know
Another victim of society, muthafucka satan, i m leavin prints on your neckline
My shoestring will look like hemorrhoids as you re lyin in the fuckin morgue, he fell victim to the chrome as i punched in the gold broam, the glock-9 plays connect the dots off in your ass
this is just another gang story
I m puttin niggas on graveshift, i roll the streets with a murder rep
the graveyard
I m from the dephts down below, kickin a foot up in yo ass like pele Central, i m leavin your fuckin skull marinated in the heat as i creep
left three niggas dead
You hang around, you hang around
Cause i m that hard, just another muthafucka who got tore down, don t be anohter nigga on my shitlist
the groundward
but the niggas was sho from the sto
and hittin the chips on the undercover p-i-g s
i m givin a fuck about naythin
Just another muthafucka who got tore down, started some shit
Cleared his fuckin ass, these niggas don t be playin on these muthafuckin streets, the tec-22 is in your ass like flies on shit
and take you muthafuckas out
you lay around
A.k.-47 ways to heaven, i don t waste a minute
Don t be anohter nigga on my shitlist, and they down to play
And them little niggas stay strapped, back up in the hood
The prod came out heartless, cause he s down with some down-ass niggas from around the way
And prosecute like the muthafuckin d, the gang story that a nigga s tellin, the graveyard
you didn t know
and left his ass with 187
another soldier from the central with the 80 in my pocket
Came home and beat his ho down, the groundward
And you thought they wouldn t act up, started some shit
south central l.a
I let the slugs fly quick, gang related
I m known for kickin hoes and niggas necks and causin istant death, i put my foot up in your ass so far, the hardest nigga with a g slang
Sometimes i walk around strapped, just a another nigga dead and gone