Corrección Letra Independence Day par Rooga

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C'mon man
I'm finna get back on that old Rooga sh*t
Yeah, Scrapp Gang
Free Beans
Free Cleon
You know the rest

It's all fun in games till I let that ruger burst
And they get you a shirt, and put you in dirt
Keep the laundry clean, cause we doing dirt
And ain't no such thing as shooting back
Cause we blowing first
And if you want any smoke
Tell em slide on 58th St
Steady been in blocks
Boy we on our 58th street
We hopping out, green laser
Aiming where that face be
And once you drop, walk up
And give his ass a 8-piece
And we 1 up, tell them pu**y n***as run up
Boy you better pick the gun up
And we ain't worried bout no n***a tryna come blow
Cause we be out till the sun up
I had to grind and do this sh*t the independent way
When that trigger squeeze, it's gon' sound like Independence Day
Trapping hard, fiends hit the line
Cause I'm trapping hard
Get out of line, that MAC'll spark
And send his stupid ass to God
And ain't no shooting out of car
We walking up on n***as
Ain't got no sympathy for yo homies, n***a
f**k yo n***as
Keep a .30 on me, no calendar
Shoot the driver up, till he scratch it up
When he crash it up, shoot the passenger
And look at the score, and tell em add it up
Y'all don't know how we move, n***a
This .40, it'll go through two n***as
f**k with real n***as, no fu n***as
Them "already know what to do" n***as
If you represent your gang, and you a real n***a
Throw that sh*t up
It ain't sh*t for me to break down a dead opp
And roll that sh*t up
Last night, we went opp shopping
And we tore that b*t*h up
If I had a bomb, n***as know
That I'll blow that b*t*h up

It ain't sh*t for me to up bacon
And let that Glock blow
If you ain't tryna get money or shoot
f**k you out here on the block for
Better dodge me like a pothole
Scope his ass from the top floor
If he want beef, hit up MOB
Send a couple shells at his taco
Have killas all at the front door
Waiting on him just to unload
When that gun blow, it's a gun show
That b*t*h sound like a drumroll
When that semi-automatic pump fold
That's a f**kin' round with a dumb hoe
Aye, Scrapp Gang
I got n***as in the system doing time for this sh*t
Had to get to the money, got no time for a b*t*h
Cause I'm trying to get rich, I gotta grind for this sh*t
Used to rob and hit licks to put a shine to my wrist
Now all I f**k with is killas and they running loose
And I'm strapped with that tool, you can make the news
Got folks in the back strapped, so don't front yo move
When I point the move, you gon think I had a point to prove
We got 50 shots, ain't no running from these choppa shells
And we Hemi'd up, just in case we gotta bail
And we gon celebrate, cause we got a kill
Now them pu**y ass n***as don't know how to feel
If you represent your gang, and you a real n***a
Throw that sh*t up
It ain't sh*t for me to break down a dead opp
And roll that sh*t up
Last night, we went opp shopping
And we tore that b*t*h up
If I had a bomb, n***as know
That I'll blow that b*t*h up

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