Its a Fa'sho thing, I'ma bring drama or I'ma wet 'cha Look I was born in this bitch for taken hits, and protectin' shit Now you gonna shine, let me put somethin' on yo mind What's this shit I hear about you boys Partners-N-Crime Goin' through a stage with that Chopper and that 4-4 I'm Shell Shock bitch, only thing on my mind With my Mack- Elivin', Hot Boy$, that whole Ca$h Money Clickĭon't fuck with, unless we known to get in yo shit Who picked you up on any nigga or any bitchĭon't give a fuck, steady bangin' in dodgin' camoflaguin' Unnecessary shit, mind clickin' like a light switch Wakin' up thinkin' a nigga took my fuckin' life In my sleep at night, I'm seein' war fights I'm not scared, cause I'm Soldier, and Soldiers have no fuckin' fear Niggas bangin' Four, Five rangin' in my ear I'm havin' fatal thoughts I think I'm fuckin' Shell Shockin' I start to poppin' niggas start to droppin' Look I fuck with that rap shit, but acts a donkey on the lowĪ Hot Boy representin' this bitch like Black and Moe Me and Lil Turk if you heard of a merger on a murderĥ0 G'z on his head, what the fuck did you say?Ĭall the man, give him a rang, left the sucker change I'm comin' around the corner bout to pull a Meatball on yaįully dressed like a hoe, and in my purse is a Calico Very seldom when ya see, when you do what do you do?īust back, better be a head shot, if not then it's through Got Richard Penatin callin' for National Guards to come help him Gettin' full of some Malcolm, Adams Apple I scalp 'em It could be Three O'clock, on a Sunday by Church I'm polverizin' niggas pullin' K-F's with two triggersĭuck Tape'N and takin' life, or even worse Smooth and Beretically, my pocket rockin' to Six Figures In yo lap yo brain sit, got a Chopper splittin' through bricksĪ you Black Crucifix, up in the dirt I be knockin' dicks The Night Creepers, bout to heat our enemyĬhopper gunnin' you scared, you see us runnin' Move yo People I'm burnin' down the whole street Up the street, where I score shoul ain't for me That's how we be, loadin' clips then releaseĮight deep, in the 300 E, leather seats, and in the trunk atiliary Ya fake boy, me and my niggas did it to ya You got blowed, and in yo chest is many holes Yo block tore, yo Family in black clothes I know Fa'sho you ain't gone test me no more Left wet on the set, tell yo boys to pick ya up Ya can't move, ya got bucked now ya stuck Red Dot Sighers, all week Night FlightersĬock the Glock check it, a Vase can't protect it boy Jet off the scene with the Uptown Fighters Leave the set and leave a beef kicker wet I be bout straight hittin' the beef kicker the set then Plus I got a Chopper 50 Shots bout to be droppin' you Put another clip in, 50 Shots to win I can't lose its Impossible I explode it, unload it, reload it, unload again and I strike a load you get served I ain't to be joked withįake Buster get smoked with, you provoke it
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