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Money aint never been nothing, I hit the block if this shit get ugly and it aint never been in my heart to let niggas thug me hit the dealer and cop a drop if the eyes is buggy and pull up in front of the spot cause the mommies love me its gangsta yeah and aint no nigga gone match me stocky chubby nigga voice real raspy I see uou real flashy but that aint gone last nigga pop fire off shots and thats your ass nigga its war now thats why I keep the four with long nozzle 600 bad bitch on it holding down the throttle and fuck that beef shit cause some beef wont die and some niggas will say they gangsta but they wont ride so why its hard for you to decide Ill let it fly 40 shots hit your ride up hit the tropics and hide up under palm trees to white sand everything is a price man you snipe when bullets are piping hot when its your flesh it begin warming you nw die motherfucker die! Cause Im tired of warning you!

Yeah we hear now! Die motherfucker dont get scared now die motherfucker Black Child Im off parole its Murder now in a hood near you about to burn it down word to God it feels like Im from every hood cause when you ghetto your ghetto with gats you good sell cracks if you could bust your gat when you should its for my blacks from the bricks back to Inglewood we eat together nigga fuck the crossroads in this world my flow is another lost soul my shit sounds like shots from a 4 pound for these bitch clowns its war now its all about paper thats my issue fuck peace you can have a piece of the pistol.

Chorus (2x)

Everybody gone die but nobody want dead! Die motherfucker die! Its your life everybody wanna live but they wanna live scared Die motherfucker Die! Thats your life

Niggas know the truth Rule raises the roof cause I pop more shots than Abdul Rauf and when the_concludes I bring closure to the situ come thru squeeze 8 out the stolen black pinto niggas know my mental kill or be killed head for the hills but dont never slide down it if you to high ground it (puff, puff) uhhh! Is how it sounded 2 shots thru and silent and 1 nigga stripped of his talent new fucking Yiddy City the sex and violence where first time offenders get floated to the island and one time give a nigga one time breathe wrong and a nigga have a blown mind I blow lines like an addict bust guns erratic shine blind like carats rules above average me and this music make a marriage so I thee wed till Im either jailed or dead motherfuckers! Feel me niggas!
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