| Bitch I let it rain blood, foot to snow
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| The pussy boy’s don’t get no love
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| Slapped on my hood and I show you what’s up
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| A clique full of savages just out on the run
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| Embodied by evil and toting the gun
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| I lurk through the fog and I speak it in tounges
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| Body is left on the click of the gun
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| Under the bridges, where they’ll be hung
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| We out on the West Side
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| Where we riding the buckets
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| And roll down the windows and hit with a drive-by
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| All of my killers just stand on the sideline
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| Ready to ride, and move through the night time
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| Moving in just round a pound through the pipeline
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| Fucking around and I take out your lifeline
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| Think i’m a bitch, just check out my timeline
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| Die for the realest, still repping the 5 9
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| Blazing the marks so close to my side
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| My mission to kill them suckers and just die
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| Wielding the blade and scorching the fire
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| Lord of the phonk,
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| Walking the water like I’m the messiah
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| Singing the song that somebody cried
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| Know that you scared I see you be spying
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| All of my shooters are ready for hire
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| Toting that Glock
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| Messing my way through the flock
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| Bodies will drop
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| I will not be stopped
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| You fuck with the wrong one I know you the opp
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| My soul resurrected the devil just bought
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| See you respecting my devilish ways
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| Plotting up ways so I can get paid
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| I can tell that you a bitch
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| And I know you that a fucking stain hoe |