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Ayo shoot a n***a in his mouth f**k the rapping
Glock with the double action, get to bucking and clapping
F**k with Buck it's gon' happen, I ain't bluffing or [?]
Get to ducking and dashing, 'cause ain't no running [?]
The streets have turned me into a motherf**king a**asin
I run up in your crib for the [?] tuck in your stashing
Up in your cabinets, and I'm flipping over your coach, I'm gripping your ?C?
N***a hand over them out since I'm going in for the kill
Aim at your throat or your grill, I'm loaded with steel
Go 'head, provoke me, I will
Have your block look similar to a scene from Private Ryan
All you see is n***as dying, choppers and [?] flying

Straw [?] from my name n***a, doing my thang n***a
Connects still importing the kane n***a
O.T. somewhere [?] n***a, hustling to gain n***a
Been to the struggle and pain n***a
All black tahoe, switching the lanes n***a
Ryde or Die motto, I gеt what I can n***a
Grade A coke 'bout as white as thе sand n***a
Got it for your kilos, ounces and grams n***as
S-T [?] one in the chain n***a
I don't mean cool when I say you can hang n***a
Snitching ain't part of the game n***a
Bodies I deem missing part of their brains n***a, it's Arliss

(Shoot a n***a)
If it come out his face wrong
(Shoot a n***a!)
Right in his face with the [?]
(Shoot a n***a!)
With slugs the size of acorns
To come to his wake
Dressed in black with the gauge drawn
Shoot a n***a!
(If it come out his face wrong)
Shoot a n***a!
(In his face with the [?])
Shoot a n***a!
(Slugs the size of acorns
To show up at his wake
Dressed in black with the gauge drawn)
Shoot a n***a!
King of New York, get it popped like Arty Clay
All about a penny dog, you can learn the harder way
Don't say sh*t, don't believe me, let the Llama spray
Bully hit n***as close range or a mile away
?Dirty ol'? six shot shooter
Stay with them big toys, call them block moves
Good with the larkin, better with the Ruger
I'm all about my money dog, let that not fool ya
Uh, I live what I speak, you can put my word on it
Only thing I want [?]
Go hard every track, always spit superb on it
Bully got the birds on it

If the money ain't comin in lumpsums
I swear to God get your teeth and gums ready for dum dums
Whoever think they the king, come f**k with the spade ace
Always busting a clip, leave with a sprayed face
D-Block shooter, neck first head next
Ain't finish the job, kill you during bedrest
Red S550, real [?], move real slow
It's big guns in the headrest
Let a bullet rip in your scalp, let you die, p*ss in your mouth
See what the riff is about
Pick a straw I got a bully to buck you
Or a n***a that came home from 20 in and he ready to f**k you
Boss, at the desk with the siamese cats
Kill you uncut [?] from the chinese cats
Ghost, no telling where you find me at
Behind the trigger of some sh*t that get your mind pushed back
(Shoot a n***a)
If it come out his face wrong
(Shoot a n***a!)
Right in his face with the [?]
(Shoot a n***a!)
With slugs the size of acorns
To come to his wake
Dressed in black with the gauge drawn
Shoot a n***a!
(If it come out his face wrong)
Shoot a n***a!
(In his face with the [?])
Shoot a n***a!
(Slugs the size of acorns
To show up at his wake
Dressed in black with the gauge drawn)
Shoot a n***a!

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