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Let It Begin
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C-Mob
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When blood get to running Adrenaline pumping your skin And discussing these songs Finna blackout and get past some gangster sh*t next Hyper medics split these guts I be calm too long Just don't call me better or not Put a loaded cypher off on then Now we can take it that's how you start a fire Packed the heat He get, possess out the street I'm still repping now I'mma ride till I die for that sh*t To marry that b*t*h and it's death till us part Bring a pie to the [?] I beat asses to start How you lined up be on but you really a mark Talk to the [?] get you torn apart A magazine get you issue when it start Got killers who quick to creep and leave your body They can leave you popped and bleeding out your arms A murder from the dark With my word and my vows Take a second think about it pause You know how I get down It's scaredy sh*t Not even I'll put some whiners on In the back knock a b*t*h out You the type to fetal position Curled up and get tucked And among outta place and what's up Finna dope f**k em up I ain't gon break a b*t*h like you could bust Just cause And if hones-tingly n***a do know you went and I'm through f**king with you lames I'mma G What you need to do is get like me and get equal Some bullets in it this time We find a pu**y and follow the boy Looking for spot finna pop em knock em off the block All these shots and I eat Surrounded by sixes and feet Moving up combining I foresee it Let it begin C-motherf**king-Mob Where the f**k you at my n***a!!? Wanna run up Get done up Put your gun up My mind body and soul is covered in plenty scars When I pull out this Glock 17 I can hit you square dead in the head at like 20 yards Where the bullets are whizzing They burn That's why I look, listen, and learn These streets they will eat you alive if you let em You bet em yo ashes will sit in a urn Better twist and it turns Churning yo stomach put a burn in yo hundreds Better come off that money yo finna owe Better not try to f**k with C-Mob And do not try to f**k with Doe Boi and Sinna Rose So prepare to bust guns Try to battle me I'll leave your family crushed son Never sit back I get back Go click-clack Gonna rip that hole right out your chest Cause I trust none You lay with them dogs you'll get fleas Don't let them rats take yo cheese The snake it will slither Wrap around the trigger look right at you in the eyes hissing and squeeze A different breed is what I am and that's all I can be I just stay true to me keep it G No fakers allowed in my circle We keep it one-hundred And there will not be secrecy At ease The breathe that they're taking is deep Got em shaking they're faking they're weak I cannot trust a coward Their soul is devoured They try to get power from hate and deceit As I grow old My heart continues to get cold My soul I fed it with seams But b*t*h you better back the f**k up I got no problem going to war I just headed for Gein That murder That drama Better reach for your armor We torturing souls Evil kidnapping mamas Putting bodies in my path it be death when I'm dishing Make a f**ked up decision Dead but shawty not missing You b*t*hes too soft M-16's to yo jaw At yo mo'f**king funeral guns going off sh*t, intentions to kill Gotta go hound with the steel The last thing he saw was my braids and my grill Turn this alakazam psychopath in yo town Having vengeance of faces that are left in the ground 30,45,65 shots with no sound People who dope and flesh when the Sinna's around But the Mayans a lunatic Sick and decayed Shoulda called up yo mamma then told her you dead Then I kick in yo door like the motherf**king FED's Shoulda seen em get shaking and shivering scared Damn my conscious is telling me "delete the targets" Stop all the bullsh*t like rap bring the darkness Hop out with weapons as soon as I park it Danger is criminal villain regardless Kill my name out yo mouth b*t*h I'll blow yo brains out There be hella blood leaking on the side of yo house Put the knives in yo spouse threw that murder on bow I'mma releasing some beast and but your body took pieces Better brain in little Jesus I'mma evil [beligion?] Having thoughts I'mma demon Tell me wishing you dreaming But your soft ass awoke a big gun to yo throat If I run out of bullets as the clip's in my coat A gorilla mixed beast put slugs in your white-T Who gon call the police when the Sin's finna eat Get yo whole body beat Get no sh*t if you deep I'mma Sinna I do me to get creased I Jeffery Dahmer n***as off in the wall You could wake up in f**ked up conditions like Saw I'll Stephen King you n***as or I might ghost Snatch out your eyes, no for real When the slaughter begin Gain, gain, gain Sin, sin, sin, sin
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