| hangin out tha window holdin tight to my murder weapon
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| hit the lights, creep up slow, bullet lead catch ya lil ass slippin
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| glock poppin bustas droppin niggas duckin from dis shit
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| mask on my face no decription of who made this hit
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| bitches thinkin «who was it?»
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| bitch, it was triple six
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| devil thoughts, evil thoughts, trizzick bitches I just clizzick
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| plenty of blood no suspects only victims laying dead
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| shells laying in their bodys, its the fucking bullet lead
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| now niggas in da morgue and I could give a fuck less
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| keep my business quiet as kept, mothers in that black dress
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| headed back to my fuckin hood
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| project born ridge grove
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| hustla raised gangsta raised bussiness up in?
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| now sorry your the one got me reachin for my hip
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| no friends in the game in the spot victim of my clip
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| fuck all you bustas step and your gonna die
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| comin at yo ass victim of a fuckin drive by.
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| (course)x4 break out the mask and the glock and get rid of you (pop pop till
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| you drop body full of bullet holes)
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| straight from the north bitch, ridge grove is my stomping ground
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| you niggas don’t make a move, you bitches don’t make a sound
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| sawed-off gangsta and nigga glock back in for the 94
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| tellin all you punk bustas man, bring that shit to the door
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| i’m able, unfadable no nigga can fuck wit dis
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| you talk all that bulshit to yo mouth goes my fuckin fist
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| I’m jackin 5000 bitch so go home and get yo gat
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| you better take cover hoe 'cause this shit is on like that
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| squeezin my fuckin trigger blastin to take your life
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| your niggaz done got all down so you have to pay the price
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| jumped in the fuckin ride loced up like from head to toe
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| I pulled out a sack of ink rolled up as we start to blow
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| my gat is tight in my hand its too late to break and run
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| my bullets ejected bitch got shot down by teflons
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| on a spree, killin see, welcome to the evil side
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| its too late to run bitch, victim of a drive by
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| (course)X4 |