Correction Lyrics Welcome 2 My World by C-Mob

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Tre Sin n***a
I'm in my mole
f**k, sh*t, damn, b*t*h
We back n***a
Demon mole

So many shots fired
Wilding and busting a loaded .9
I pop the n***a like 97 times
Look deep into the mind
I'm thinking suicide or committing crime
When you see me creeping slowly with the iron
Across enemy lines
Like keep a couple cotters to pin with [?]
Block I hit you with the scope
You'll be thinking it's a joke
Get your b*t*h ass choked
For your own selling and the role
Then I'm filing out the door
What you know about the Row?
I be the demon that's possessed
He can hear what you requеst
Couple bullets in yo chest
On thе concrete a mess
Beat a devil on the deck
Highly p*ssed off a set
What the f**k gon happen next
When I get to spray a TEC
I be coming at your head n***a
Separate your ligaments to keep up like a gentleman
Your life I get to denting
That's how you know I'm sinning em
You softer than a cinnamon
Got plenty men I'm ripping em with heaters in my gang

Welcome to my world
See the way we sinning
b*t*h and girls
Sucker punch you in your stomach make your hurl
Vomit all in your girl
Make the motherf**ker spin when he twirl
Always n***as gonna wet up like a pearl
pu**y, welcome to my world
You see the way we sinning
b*t*h and girls
Sucker punch you in your stomach make your hurl
Vomit all in your girl
Make the motherf**ker spin when he twirl
Always n***as gonna wet up like a pearl
pu**y, welcome to my world

You see any n***a on a porch with a torch
Give me rocks, blows, pop
In the trap with the demons, everybody come in if you wanna get it
I be doing Ellen in the dark
An endeavor for a minute get a foot up in the S-I-N
b*t*h you know doing who we are
What you wanna do?
I kill you that's what up
I do it to you boy
I be chilling in the kitchen I be whipping it and flipping it
The sinners are the end
I be back in the set then leaving the wreck on deck
Got a stripper for my checks
If you wanna b*t*h you be next
Before I rip across the gut line
Got his [?] ew
His spine, don't f**k with my .9
I go crazy in my mind
On the real with the time
Say what!
I think it's mine

Aim to the bang
Why I hang, keep a thangs
In the stereo that n***a dangerous
Rolling with the killers
And we blowing drinking Millers
What you need to put you liquor
For who we slinging drugs
Told these n***as once before
My n***a will check you twice
Wonder when it'll be
You're skating on thin ice
And I may not be nice
I put on this to bite
And I want the whole neighborhood scattered like mice
You dealing with the poltergeist and I be quick to pull a heist
I'm a devil that'll put you on the vaults like heights
If you cuff him on the dice
Machete'll be sliced, chopped up
Your blood mopped up
Take a whizz so I don't get locked up
Send the dawg to outer space
And then I didn't see him without a motherf**king trace
I can't afford another case
Won't hesitate to [?] with your face
A motherf**ker better stay up out my face

Sick got the demon
Is blood
Falling through my veins
Is death that they want?
Then it's death what we giving em
Sitting in the middle of cold pod
Killers are killing your trilling and filled up with venom and send their bodies to the ceiling
n***a in the pot and we gon get him
He coming out this motherf**ker products and we gon split em
n***a when you never got an instant get out a pistol handle
And n***as are trynna come in they start finishing
The reaper is coming to take him away
While he's dead, way lay
Leaving him stiff looking like a mannequin
Come at the wrong head get the laugh [?]
Are in the clear
Popping a motherf**ker never can stand again
It's all for the reaper
Cause today I finna get to busting
You n***as getting caught up in the rapture
sh*t can get drastic
Wrap him in plastic
I would rather pull a trigger on him cause when it come drastic

Dwelling in the dark and I'm creeping out of the shadows
Popping in the clip and I'm ready for any battle
AK-47, M-11s leave you rattled
I'm about to slaughter or butcher him like cattle
Motherf**kers they cannot handle the heat or the way that I dismantle the beat
I'm the man in the street
Cutting off your hands and your feet
Leave you looking like some hamburger meat
I demand I'mma eat
I'm about to rip your guts up
Leave you crushed up
Cut the f**k up
Having tough luck
This is what's up
Bodies roughed up
Cuts are puss-ed up
When the busters are amongst us
If you really want it you can get it better bring it pu**y motherf**ker we can go
You better be ready to lose your life
f**k a knife and not the killer me when I go into demon mode

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