| Tight grip on the TEC-9, now it’s time to creep
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| Hollow tips in the clip, puttin' suckas in a deep—
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| Tight grip on the TEC-9, now it’s time to creep
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| Hollow tips in the clip, puttin' suckas in a deep—
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| Tight grip on the TEC-9, now it’s time to creep
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| Hollow tips in the clip, puttin' suckas in a deep—
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| Tight grip on the TEC-9, now it’s time to creep
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| Hollow tips in the clip, puttin' suckas in a deep—
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| Tight—
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| All my niggas shooters, grippin' on the fuckin' Ruger
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| Ace with the K, put that busta in his fuckin' place
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| Boy, you think you hard, my bullets comin' like his head spray
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| Make him do a backflip, he lookin' acrobatic, mane
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| Bitch, I am a beast and I’m the one that you don’t test
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| Lurkin' in the grave for some suckers and their flesh
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| Creepin' on the come-up so you better place your bets
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| 'Cause these hollow tips rangin' from your chest to your neck
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| You not fuckin' with my gang, gun cocked, gunshots, let 'em all bang
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| bullets come down, hittin' any pussy in the way
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| Invading your home, roulettin' the 'K
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| Warlock speak in the dirt
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| So take us up there to my chest and I’m slittin' my wrists
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| I’m bounded by heaven, the bodies I hit |