| Rise that mash up do it
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| Many times that I’ve been through it
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| Got loads of sweets no chewits
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| On the point see his chest and chew it
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| On the mains with the fours that was jump out gang tryna crash that corn right
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| through him
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| Got these lame ass boys tryna bread mans beef like they won’t get shot what
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| they doing
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| Stupid kids wanna bread mans beef i just bun man normal its nuttin'
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| Hit base bill it up with russian
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| I miss trap man free up my cousin
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| Had skengs in the room bare searching then they never found nuttin their buzzing
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| See I’ve never been rich and i need them bands so i risk my freedom its nuttin'
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| I put skengs in the car tryna bun him
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| They gone learn when this bullet here touch him
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| I’m a handy man dont tell bout tools I’ve been gripping my shit from a youngen
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| 40s and trucks that shit is a must
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| We ain’t tryna give no one a chance to come back
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| Tryna turn em to dust
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| Two of my niggas in jail for some killings
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| Couple more for some drillings
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| Opp shit in the field they be hitting civilians
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| And they know that we’re winning
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| Two of my niggas in jail for some killings
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| Couple more for some drillings
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| Opp shit in the field they be hitting civilians
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| And they know that we’re winning
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| Many times that I’ve been through it
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| Hoops came home from a bird and he rid straight through it
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| Bro still whip up the raw, millie rock that pot like its stew in
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| 44 teeth hit him up in his chest then chew him
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| Do him go right through him
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| Niggas ain’t on piss
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| But you’re clenching fists
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| I’ll cut up your knuckles and cut off your wrists
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| I’m a smokey guy smoke loads of spliffs
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| M had the ten doing loads of things
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| 44 in the car tryna slap mans skin
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| We gone slide back through if we don’t see a
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| Thing
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| Cah my niggas love drilling we addicted and shit
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| The other side talk to the fedz and shit
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| Dry snitch and shit
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| They talk to the pigs and shit
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| Mans got corn for a snitch
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| 44 spin hold six
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| Opp thots tryna do six,.
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| Peng tings screaming out gang
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| Got peng tings throwing up six
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| Rise that mash up do it
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| Many times that I’ve been through it
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| Got loads of sweets no chewits
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| On the point see his chest and chew it
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| On the mains with the fours that was jump out gang tryna crash that corn right
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| through him
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| Got these lame ass boys tryna bread mans beef like they won’t get shot what
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| they doing
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| They should have never let me out
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| Cah i won’t stop knocking opps out
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| In HMP locked down
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| Cah the judge know we got a opp down
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| Man run when we jump out
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| Niggas know that we got a gun out
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| Bro lets lurk on the block hella shots you be getting gunned down
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| I never think just do it
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| Say you gonna bang come do it
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| If i say I’ma do it I do it
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| Load it up cock it back then i shoot it
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| That was jump out gang tryna crash that corn right through him
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| Red rum when its us in the field are you stupid
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| Every gun that we own know we use it
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| Big rambo cut right through him
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| And i dont even watch them niggas
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| But they keep watching my movements
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| Still winning his beef
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| No point you was losing
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| If i see any opp in my sights swear to God I’ma shoot them
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| T-house running though stones
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| Out here running through hoes
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| 44 holes chunky stones
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| Breaking bones the pagans know
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| My heads hot and my knife works cold
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| Chef man down for my bros
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| C rose will do it as well
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| Bro got smoke as well
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| Two bells and a rusty twelve
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| Two L’s up when the six do road
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| Live corn go straight through your chest
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| Leave your back with exit holes
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| My drillers they drill no joke
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| Skengs on the block there’s loads
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| Do it in a four door truck
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| Or do it ten toes its nuttin'
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| Six seven my brothers
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| Circle small like buttons
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| Violence and money we love it
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| I’m fucking these hookers and coming
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| Straight after I’m cutting
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| I’m fucking these hookers and coming
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| I ain’t inna the cuffing
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| Gang!
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| Rise that mash up do it
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| Many times that I’ve been through it
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| Got loads of sweets no chewits
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| On the point see his chest and chew it
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| On the mains with the fours that was jump out gang tryna crash that corn right
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| through him
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| Got these lame ass boys tryna bread mans beef like they won’t get shot what
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| they doing |