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Testin' my pimpin' they straight out weepin', this n***as be jealous while I stay in hell as I malaise your soul
Fish-a-n***a think us to be so f**kin' heartless i'm souless regardless
I'm gonna be bustin' no thang as I'm leavin' you bleedin' in the damn rain
Doin' it's easy it's so goddamn plain, every day why must a show I don't play
Bustin' kneecaps and the busta' boy that with the ra-ta-ta as the guest at the clappin' [?] snappin'
Then brought out at the trappin', your a** start to act like a [?]
Sendin' you baiters to stack you some hay, never pulled triggers but your a** you say
Thought you a killer but n***a no way, you better pray when the test start to spray
Yo a** is down into the ground 'cause i'm a killer i'm safe from [?]
But you just clownin' and you gonna just drown in some cold water n***a
I slaughter your daughter, your mother, your brother, your closest now bussin' on G
When i'm doin' sum' sick I'm into it and once again gotta make bands gimme yo ends
Gimme yo dollars and gimme your cents, empty your pockets I wanna see lead
Think I won't shot well you got me straight bih, ever be known as a lunatic bih?
Quit with your chatter don't try to get clever 'cause Evil Pimp gone on this killing endeavooouuur (I'm a stingeerr)

I'mma be stangin' like a damn bumblebee
I'mma be stangin' like a damn bumblebee
I'mma be stangin' like a damn bumblebee
I'mma be- I'mma be- I'mma be stangin'
I'mma be stangin' like a damn bumblebee
I'mma be stangin' like a damn bumblebee
I'mma be stangin' like a damn bumblebee
I'mma be- I'mma be- I'mma be stangin'
Rainin' them thangs, blow out them brains and leavin' the bloods hang on the wall
We murder by ma** and more money we catchin', we takin' your money and breakin' them full
the cage up to your head, pull back the trigger now busta' be dead
for my crew, fine we'll make it with tank's 22
All of you buztas who teach you with [?] who got the cronic that ya'll never had this
bullets
So all of you bustas show love in the club, [?] crucifixes on the dough
while yo back is bleedin' so deadly from out of your brain
F**kin' with this, f**king with click, light the damn crucifix, busta you sick

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