| Flashbang, that’s a photo op
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| My shooters take you out the fucking picture like a Photoshop
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| A thousand knives coming at you, that’s a Saka Moto (?) shot
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| The 93-R machine pistol that’ll Robocop
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| Three round burst mode, blow your fucking fingers off
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| Lights out, black ski mask, and the ringer off
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| Action and reaction, akhi, I don’t even think at all
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| The (?) out of Italy, the ‘caine is out of Singapore
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| Yall know I’m never running out of ammo
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| The yoppa keep spitting like somebody chew tobacco
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| Screwface, ox under the tongue, I’m a wacko
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| Sentence you to death, blood feud, and I’m Draco
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| That’s the sound of the machete chop
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| Beat a motherfucker til his eye end up like Fetty Wop
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| I had motherfuckers going south for the birds
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| You ain’t doing nothing, actions speak louder than words |