| You see the barrell turnin'
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| You feel the hollows burnin'
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| Nigga now you learnin'
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| Nigga, my gun go off
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| Call it attempted murder
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| Nigga I’m tryin to merk ya,
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| When I come back bustin'
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| Nigga, my gun go off
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| Don’t try to say I’m trippin'
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| When I get to flippin'
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| Then I smack the clip in,
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| Nigga, my gun go off
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| We call it putting work in,
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| Leavin niggas hurtin,
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| Homocide’s learkin'
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| My gun go off
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| F**k Boy you can see it to believe it Tryna dodge and wave it end up a parapelegic
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| Believe me its easy
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| I’ll hurt you, I’ll merk you, I’ll pop summin'
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| Drop summin', I aint gonna stop hunting
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| Run run till you’re spun
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| One shot One gun
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| One-9…
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| 1−1 emergency,
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| It’s murder, B It’s excellent execution when I’m pulling the trigger
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| No mistake for that cake
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| I’m hittin you and your niggas
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| Feel the flame when I aim,
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| For the top of your brain
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| See the spark and the bang,
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| Nigga shit ain’t a game
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| Do the math or get blast
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| Bullets go through the glass
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| Go through your ass fast
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| And the leather seat sittin Ave.
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| Its not a war when there’s casualties on one side
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| I ride
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| Turn it up on you niggas after Jay ride by I click-clack thats that i don’t flash, i mash
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| I wave the Uzi at em,
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| I make a movie out em.
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| Nigga, my gun go off
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| You see the barrell turnin'
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| You feel the hollows burnin'
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| Nigga now you learnin'
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| Nigga, my gun go off
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| Call it attempted murder
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| Nigga I’m tryin to merk ya,
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| When I come back bustin'
|
| Nigga, my gun go off
|
| Don’t try to say I’m trippin'
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| When I get to flippin'
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| Then I smack the clip in,
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| Nigga, my gun go off
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| We call it putting work in,
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| Leavin niggas hurtin,
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| Homocide’s learkin'
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| My gun go off
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| You better lose yourself in the moment
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| Use it, F**k the music I’ma let it go You only get one shot before I back out and fire back
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| At ya hat, ya back, ya ass crack, ya nutsack.
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| Your caddilac if you make it to that,
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| I’m hitting that
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| The 70's was smack
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| The 80's crack.
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| The 90's was grimey
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| Millenium mac man
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| Clips on the whips I ride in em Bad bitches I ride inn em Dont worry i’ll get 'em
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| Gat Jammed or un-jammed
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| God dam Safest the safety dont work
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| Squeeze the eagle, it chirp.
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| End up faced down in the dirt
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| More than hurt,
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| Bring the beef where you hang out,
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| Bang out,
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| Shots ring out.
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| Hit your shoulders tryin to blow your brains out.
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| Hit your homies in their legs,
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| Bet they have their canes out tomorrow
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| You kno tomorrow’s just a day away,
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| If you can keep your heart beatin’then your ass awake.
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| Nigga, my gun go off
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| You see the barrell turnin'
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| You feel the hollows burnin'
|
| Nigga now you learnin'
|
| Nigga, my gun go off
|
| Call it attempted murder
|
| Nigga I’m tryin to merk ya,
|
| When I come back bustin'
|
| Nigga, my gun go off
|
| Don’t try to say I’m trippin'
|
| When I get to flippin'
|
| Then I smack the clip in,
|
| Nigga, my gun go off
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| We call it putting work in,
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| Leavin niggas hurtin,
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| Homocide’s learkin'
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| My gun go off |