| Now it’s time that I tote my nine
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| Bitch I’m shooting shit like columbine
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| I might break her spine
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| Put some bullets through your fucking mind
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| And on your corpse like die
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| Drinking blood like it’s fucking wine
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| I might loose my mind pussy nigga I don’t give a fuck
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| Cause I’m piped up all these niggas talking that shit never sliding
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| If the nigga really want the smoke come and find us
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| And I’ll put the pistol to your throat
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| Say goodbye bruh
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| Fuck
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| I’m going in like a veteran slide with the stick
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| Who’s body I’m severing?
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| I don’t got pumps so I’m bringing the reverent
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| Showing the niggas light like I’m medicine
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| Blood on the blade of a knife it’s glistening
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| Stab the blade in his neck and I’m ripping him
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| No I’m not talking psycho I’m kicking him
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| Pull up with choppas and bullets gon' spray in
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| Run it back like a lap making him run like a track
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| Till his lungs collapse
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| If he can talk he can turn to a body
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| I chop the shit like karate I cannot sleep insomnia
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| Hop out the whip to start lurking I heard you niggas talking
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| Guess I’m turfing I keep a deagle on my lap if I yurning
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| Snatch a fuck nigga off the map if he smirking
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| You got a job then run up your pay
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| If you wanna live then do what I say
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| I won’t think twice if I have to spray
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| A couple shots won’t miss they knock off your brain
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| Let off some stream beam on your team |