Correction Paroles Juvenile Hell par Lloyd Banks

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Look, was a shooter before I rapped and I'm still in action
Thirty-two bullets fill the MAC clip, my n***as active
Hollow tips in the strap, I'ma fill his hat with
We clap sh*t that hit his cap and peel it backwards
Break the gas down to fill the Backwoods
I just opened this pack, it was vacuum sealed and still in plastic
I lost hope, you told me you wanted all smoke
Nah, bro, you just a lil' n***a and your bars broke
I'm [?] right off Doat that sold raw dope
I cried when Country Mike died, my heart broke
On the yard, get your jaw broke, as far as the bars go
Not only did I raise the bar, the bar broke
We shoot sticks with see-through clips
You better pray that b*t*h jam up when we do mix
I breeze through Phipps, I need new drip
The grip on me, think I'm lackin' this time, I'ma leave you clipped
Machine, you b*t*h

Yeah, that leave you split
Wanna put money on it, n***as see no diss
All you n***as know what time it is like [?] clips
Reload, b*t*h, your brains all over the whip
The clock tickin', tick tick, n***a, leave you split
Wanna put money on it, n***as see no diss
All you n***as know what time it is like [?] clips
Reload, b*t*h, your brains all over the whip
The clock tickin', tick tick (Lord, Lord)

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