キー: A minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
crime,
Hit him with that choppy, nigga left him
Sloppy, before they got me,
Molotov to the bedroom window,
fools just tryin' to escape,
let them have it
How some bitches and niggas
shoulda died the minute they ratted
Niggas is bitch mad, had another start,
some shittin' in panic
Findin' out where they stopped
and I began, wasn't the plan
Shit then hit the fan, cocktail,
gave him a tan
Niggas runnin' from what
I got in my hand
acceptin' it's for faggots and bitches
Roll with a pack of lunatics
who know the meaning of vicious
Here's a strap, nigga,
do what you will or you must
Blast a duck, keep your mouth shut
if you scared to bust
Trust me, hate me or love me,
just give me my space
You'll never fuck me,
but it'll stay in your place
Man, you motherfuckers killin'
So imagine me drunk,
sunk in an awful position
Niggas ain't listenin'
and often come up missin'
Handle the punk if it's nothin' to fear
Handle the funk,
been hittin' like six fours in Compton
Handle the dunk, man,
handle a punk in six seconds or less
with six inches of vest
until it fall right flat on your chest
Open heart surgery,
when you fuck with the best
Buildin' a block below, squinty eyes high
Hot boxin' with a coalition
of plenty of guys ride
Ain't no destination,
it's what we do in our van
There's more money on the streets
than since kick back at the pad
There's turf rules and
guidelines to abide by
In the North High,
the choices you make
Determine if you live or lose your lifeline
How can you put up a fight
without stripes?
These folks never scared
Bigger the body, beware
When they all fucked up and in the air
Excuse me, bitch,
I'm the reason niggas wake up late
Open pussy, closed heart,
and you barely breathin'
You think you ballin'?
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and see how this shit don't fit
Nigga, who you believin'?
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When 45 bullets fall from the hand
Of some bad Europeans, and he still
Fuck for me in the seasons,
treason like fallin' fall
Ballin' summer, burnin' winter,
caught on spring
And he heard my splinter,
hop out the center
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Hit the earth like a target, hit the center
I rock granite
Spit flows, ignite planets,
I'm the son of thought
I'm a father, goddammit, niggas,
fuck with me, fuck with me
Each word is stress, each line is death,
each rhyme is a touch for free
Reluctantly, I hold the pistol for her,
who, and he
The first one that move below
how quiet death's supposed
to be
You niggas might as well
be dressed in drag,
my chrome mag
Seen that ass about a block away,
time for tag
Let my name come out
your mouth today,
I don't think it's possible
Ready to douse your dick with hen,
With a grenade, duct tape to your chest,
If you caught her next to kin,
committed your last sin
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Who told you that you could win?
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men
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