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So many artists go to jail and their music just ceases CB is an artist who's in jail and he's still blessing us with- He's a different kind of art- I keep saying this, he's a different kind of, uh, artist I'm a known [?] Still beefin' with these neeks like I don't know better I'm an opp, I'm a go-getter Lemme see that punk and I'mma go dead him I'll get the drop done, no stressin' Yeah, that's red tape over your whole section DOA, there's no tellin' when his soul left him Up this pole on a pu**y 'cuz I'm so 7 Known felon, I could never kill my own bredrin CB, tell 'еm When I'm ridin', that's straight leathers 2 bеlls in the dottz, now let's go get 'em (Bu-bush) If you slip, then you made errors If you snitch, then that's straight shellings I mash work then I blaze **** Backwood full of paigons Come through the Woods, you're gettin' burnt, cremation (Bo-bow) We stay with the fire like we're living with Satan They still got the gang under investigation My drillers on job, we got a drill occupation I swear down, that yute's gotta go Why'd you think I do road, tryna take away souls? Go-gotta get bread, 'cah my n***as gotta smoke Coo-cooked up the beef before I jumped on the beat, like (On my life) Couple man can't say the same 'Cah you patties started rappin' before picked a blade (D**kheads) What you know about jumpin' out with the gauge? (Nuttin') Back then, they didn't rate, now sh*t's changed Lemme tell you how I'm livin', life of a villain Ki-killer be killed when we catch 'em n***as slippin' Send 'em to the fishes, pu**y end up going missin' And now you're swimmin' in your early grave From the 7, where it's not safe More time, it's on waist I ain't tryna slip like that don Ace WoodGaza to the death of me (Gaza) Lost a couple friends and I made a load of enemies Heard they want me in the cemetery Yeah, it's full-time when we ride on the enemies (Let's go) Drillers to a fish, will blow that whistle like a referee (Bu-bush!) Skull through your top, like J. F. Kennedy You're doin' all that gas, keep that same energy F**k the opps, 'cah I been riding How the f**k Dizz ain't dead? Lord knows that I been trying (Word) I've had enough, 'cah they keep lying And I ain't gonna stop riding So this beef's not dying (Never) I swear down, that yute's gotta go Why'd you think I do road, tryna take away souls? Go-gotta get bread, 'cah my n***as gotta smoke Coo-cooked up the beef before I jumped on the beat, like (On my life) Couple man can't say the same 'Cah you patties started rappin' before picked a blade (D**kheads) What you know about jumpin' out with the gauge? (Nuttin') Back then, they didn't rate, now sh*t's changed I swear down, that yute's gotta go Why'd you think I do road, tryna take away souls? Go-gotta get bread, 'cah my n***as gotta smoke Coo-cooked up the beef before I jumped on the beat, like Couple man can't say the same 'Cah you patties started rappin' before picked a blade What you know about jumpin' out with the gauge? Back then, they didn't rate, now sh*t's changed
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