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Warzone, Pt. 2 (Remix)
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Lyrics from Snippets (They let 4mosa on the track, b*t*h) (Josh!) Huh, like, like, like Grrah, grrah, grrah Baow-baow (Ah) This sh*t deeper than rap, man, this sh*t ain't no cap Tryna push up on me, get him whacked (Baow, baow, baow) Nazzy dead and y'all still ain't get back (Nazzy) Reload and bend and we spinning right back (Baow-baow) Like, I'm a ooter, just watch how I blam Back out the chop and n***as running laps How many opps done got took off the map? Bobby, Diddy, Charley got packed (Bobby) Can't forgot about (Shh), he got hit in his back Like, if he with his boo, get 'em clapped Try to reach for my chain, he would never do that (Like, nah) EBS demons, we gotta' move tact', like (EBS) I been fiendin' to catch me a pack Eli a b*t*h, how you told? You a rat (You a rat) Beat on his head, got 'em running like track Like, think, bro not a ooter you smacked (Baow, baow) They like, “Yus, you the face of the Bronx”, that's a fact Make a move, I'm tryna get n***as clapped N***a, boom, bullets gon' beat on his back N***a, zoom, I'm tryna run up the racks Like, you don't know me so stop looking back Don't panic, up it, then I double tap Don't run, bro got the beam on his strap Like, oh, he DOA? Cut off his tat' I'm a top three shotta, better check out the stats Spin on my dollie, them n***as get clapped Big gun got kick, they don't know what's attached Don't run, he was runnin', he didn't look back Red beam on the gun if that boy try to run Up on his mommy and daddy and son (Sniper the Blixk') Spinnin' through, it's just 22 and Yus Stomach shot, n***a better get rushed Head tap, you can see all the pus My lil' stepper tryna hang out the truck Soon as he lack, he in a pack If he ain't dead then we spinnin' it back I got like thirty shots up in the strap Switch on the blick, when I squeeze, it'll go grrat Click at his face, all you see was the splat Gun in the river, we been movin' tact' Brodie don't talk much, 'cause he do walk-ups Spin through they 'jects, n***as better be cautious We put a opp from the X then to the coffin Heard he in Brooklyn, we tryna go off him Ooters on go, I ain't tryna make it hot We tryna score, they ain't playin' they block Spot 'em, I promise, he dead on the spot I kept on clickin' 'til I seen him drop N***as be rappers, actors, chattin', cappin', probably be rattin' Catch him in traffic, know it's a basket, pack him, shouldn't be lackin' This sh*t deeper than rap, man, this sh*t ain't no cap Tryna push up on me, get him whacked (Baow, baow, baow) Nazzy dead and y'all still ain't get back (Nazzy) Reload and bend and we spinning right back (Baow-baow) Like, I'm a ooter, just watch how I blam Back out the chop and n***as running laps How many opps done got took off the map? Bobby, Diddy, Charley got packed (Bobby) Can't forgot about (Shh), he got hit in his back Like, if he with his boo, get 'em clapped Try to reach for my chain, he would never do that (Like, nah) EBS demons, we gotta' move tact', like (EBS) I been fiendin' to catch me a pack Eli a b*t*h, how you told? You a rat (You a rat) Beat on his head, got 'em running like track Like, think, bro not a ooter you smacked (Baow, baow) Like, Yus the face of the Bronx Ah
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