| M-16, I’m reloading my magazine
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| And I will murder, every bumper clot run
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| Keep my hand, on my gun
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| Whooooa
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| Don’t worry, the Hogg gon get it cracking round here
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| And I know I’m talking loud enough, for all y’all to hear
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| This H-Town Texas, we ain’t breeding no homos
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| Get a banger to you matrix style, trick in slow-mo
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| I’m the gun range stayer, 45 payer
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| No question where I’m from, cause I’m a Southside Playa
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| Got juice by the gallo', earvoes by the layer
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| Rubberband every thou', 3rd Ward youngest Mayor
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| Extended clips extra drums, for the K and the calico
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| Catch bag for the A-R, wet up your whole car
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| You talking like you want it, but you really don’t want war
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| It’s reg baby, in battlefield go
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| I’m out on two bonds, and parole don’t know
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| So have your heart right trick, when you stepping to Mike D
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| I’ma b-braid your hair, then reload the magazine
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| Hit you with sixteen, then flee the murder scene
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| Now of the situation get sticky, I got this nigga playing thirty eight
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| A snub nose, that’ll increase the murder rate
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| I heard they hating on a nigga, but I’m use to em
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| I sent this message by this bitch, to break the news to him
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| That y’all done fucked, with the wrong one
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| I got short patience, and a long gun
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| And I don’t talk shit, I spark’s it and I bust brains
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| And I don’t play, no fucking games
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| Nigga I could make it happen, while you popping that shit
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| Squeeze a trigga, till ery’body drop in this bitch
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| Ain’t no stopping this shit, once it get’s to jumping
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| You get my heart pumping, the adrenaline pumping
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| I see me dumping, on motherfuckers
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| Empty the clip, and get to stomping a motherfucker
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| And I won’t be disrespected, by none of these youngsters
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| I got my hand I got pass, I got a trunk bitch a liver pump
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| Is it me Glock 40, pump-pump-pump-pump nope
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| Is it me 45, pump-pump-pump-pump nope
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| Is it me 3−57, pump-pump-pump-pump nope
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| Me M16, taping off the murder scene
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| Inhaling potent doja, with muddy cup of codeine
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| Me people don’t even play me close, cause them don’t know me
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| Me don’t want no company, me kick it with me lonely
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| And will murder anyone of you snitches, run up on me
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| But my grandmother didn’t raise a killer, she raised up a Christian
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| But the fact that I was already down, and people kept kicking
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| Made me crazy, that’s why I got no love for nobody lately
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| And I told y’all once before, none of my weapons have a safety
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| Ru-run up on me once, I’ma beat your ass down
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| Ru-run up on me twice, I’ma heat your ass down
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| Place you in another dimension, nobody can see you now
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| Rest in peace, I’m the king of the streets yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song M16 , by - Z-Ro. Song from the album I'm Still Living, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп