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Shotta Chapter 2 / Best Gore
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They sayin' "Choppa talk to ’em" They sayin' "Choppa talk to 'em" I ain’t even gotta say much though Ayy Ay, might hop on a jet and go to Belize She givin' me neck, she stay on her knees She say I'm a dog, but I ain't got flees She know I'm a Crip, but I act like a P Had to look at the devil, he lookin' like me When I look at my wrist, it remind me of pee Every time that it gliss, man a n***a can't see If that boy try to diss, put him on a tee Ay, I know you heard when a n***a said I'm crazy We killin’ n***as every day just like a racist Everybody gotta die, you gotta face it My main shooter, he a killer, he Caucasian Ay, bought the white bricks I got twеlve, I ain’t talkin' hour I’m daydreamin' 'bout a murder whilе I'm in the shower Ain’t sh*t sweet about me, man I'm really sour Draco bullets milk him out if he actin' coward Ay, how many bodies do I got? I don't know Catch 'em slipping I'ma hit 'em with this pole My lil' n***a, he just upped the f**king score He caught two f**king opps in a row I ain't tryin' to shoot up a n***a house Walk up on his porch and then I kicked the door And then I'm in my way to your f**kin' kitchen And then I burn that pu**y n***a like some toast Ay, might hop on a jet and go to Belize She givin' me neck, she stay on her knees She say I'm a dog, but I ain't got flees She know I'm a Crip, but I act like a P Had to look at the devil, he lookin' like me When I look at my wrist, it remind me of pee Every time that it gliss, man a n***a can't see If that boy try to diss, put him on a tee Ay, when I looked at the devil I realized I had a twin I had to tell that n***a "what's up? You don't sin like I sin" My grandma told me "repent", but I keep doin' it again I left that n***a brains up on the floor when I split his wig I be cruisin' on the block Ay, don't you smoke in my car Ay, 'cause if the police pull us over we got Glocks AR-15 in the trunk with the mops In the glove compartment, I got some crack rocks They ain't for me, they for the junkies and the jocks Ay, I catch a body then I put it up on Best Gore My whole gang killin', b*t*h we got the best score Just like the front door, n***a you are not out the Porsche I been on fire and these b*t*hes like they passin' the torch Yeah, yeah Ay, might hop on a jet and go to Belize She givin' me neck, she stay on her knees She say I'm a dog, but I ain't got flees She know I'm a Crip, but I act like a P Had to look at the devil, he lookin' like me When I look at my wrist, it remind me of pee Every time that it gliss, man a n***a can't see If that boy try to diss, put him on a tee Mhhm Made him run when he heard that gun sound Black out, black out, dun-dun, man down Black out, black out, dun-dun, man down Hhmm Hmm Yeah, no, no
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