| Look its getting peak in the streets
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| Nowadays most niggas heat
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| Some will burn ya
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| Some will kill
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| Most don’t intend to murder
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| Cos most ain’t good with a burner
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| And some do’t really want to squeeze the squirter
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| Only coped a gun to boost your street creed
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| Now hes gassed up and its gone to hes head
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| And now some real gun buses want to pop his bean head
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| And they ain’t gonna stop till hes dead
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| And paint the streets red
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| With blood from hes head
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| If he gets caught slipping then he knows that hes dead
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| Put he life on the line cos he wanted street creed
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| Now he can’t even walk the streets
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| Ducking from hawk and beef
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| And any time chock and beat
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| Can put his corps to sleep
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| Wants to put down his gun
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| Than he here there voices speak
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| Keep hand by your dam thing
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| Round here shot beat on a random
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| Head shoot you can die where your standing
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| Or on a bang you can die on your landing
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| Keep in local if your the man bringing grands in
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| Stick up kids will turn a fat man so thine
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| Show to much love your having problems
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| I don’t trust the as far as I can lob them
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| I ain’t a gang banger
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| But I bang on gangs
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| No homo bang a man
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| Bring a whip gloves and a banger fam
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| Like hes been talking the longest balinstand
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| Fuck a drive by
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| Put the work in
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| Close rang
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| Chest plate
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| Leave you jerking
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| He used to say to me
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| Now I say to he
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| I’m on the street till the break of dawn
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| Got to cut into my sleep I’m out here chasing storms
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| Plus it beef so I creep or ill be facing corn
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| And if I see him chase him in th bm like I’m chasing born
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| Cos when I swing I’m leaving faces torn
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| Tell my chick to take the stick cos the place is worm
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| Just tell me whos this pussy talking to
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| Cos if it ain’t it bullets you know where stick the hawk in you
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| Just watch you chat when your walking through
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| Them p***y say they got your back they ain’t supporting you
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| And the love dont come like it orto do
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| That why the blood runs like water do
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| And they say where gang when its sort of true
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| The advise we gave here is for all of you
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| Mums dads daughters to
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| And your sons |