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Uh, uh, uh, uh

Yeah (Yeah), we make n***as run (You runnin')
He out in the club, it's time to whip, stop the whole car, he done (He done)
Bought a nеw blick, it came equipped, ain't gotta switch for nothin' (Yеah)
Let it rip, sh*t flipped, yeah, mission done
I'm from the 3 where it go down (Yeah-yeah)
I'm from the street with the Zoe Pound (Yeah-yeah)
I'm from the street where they spin and we spin it right back but we comin' with more rounds
Yeah, we drop sh*t, lock [?], lock PDE up, n***a, we don't know 'bout that (On god)
Slaughter Gang, n***a, take your hoe down (Slatt)
All that gang-gang sh*t, I don't know 'bout it, n***a

Stay over there with that f**k sh*t (f**k n***a)
(Yeah, for life) for life, for life
For life, for life, for life, for life, for life, for life, for life (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
All my guns got one in the head (One in the head)
How you a steppa but tip-toein', n***a, you scared (n***a, you scared)
If you ain't talk about no money I ain't hear what you said (Yeah, pu**y, huh?)
My bullets gold but it paint his ass red (Yeah, pu**y, on god)
I never been a crash dummy (Never been a crash dummy)
I used to kick doors just to get some money (Get this guap n***a)
I'm terrorizin' n***as, make 'em run from me

Yeah, big bullets make a pu**y run (Make him run)
We slide him out, he ain't even have no gun (He ain't got no gun)
We crossed him out, we don't do no refunds (Get it back, b*t*h)
Red-dot, AR, n***a go blick some' (Blick)
I'm a bad guy with choppas, n***a (Bad guy)
A mad guy with [?], n***a (Mad guy)
When I'm mad I'ma drop you n***as (Huh?)
I'm a Zone 6 killa, n***a (Zone 6)
Slaughter Gang realer, n***a (Yeah, we realer n***a)
If it's a problem press the issue, n***a (Yeah, pu**y)

All my guns got one in the head (One in the head)
How you a steppa but tip-toein', n***a, you scared (n***a, you scared)
If you ain't talk about no money I ain't hear what you said (Yeah, pu**y, huh?)
My bullets gold but it paint his ass red (Yeah, pu**y, on god)
I never been a crash dummy (Never been a crash dummy)
I used to kick doors just to get some money (Facts)
I'm terrorizin' n***as, make 'em run from me
n***a doin' too much talkin', I make my shooter rich
Fifteen thousand for three, that n***a don't ever miss
He call his stick a cane, that n***a be walkin' sh*t (Walk down)
I ain't never met a n***a who survived, that n***a be chalkin' sh*t (Chalk down)
Every gun got one in the head
If you play you know you dead
Big Blood, we gon' paint this b*t*h red (Blood)
Real steppas, ain't nobody with me scared (Yeah)

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