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* - originally appeared on wu-chronicles as "lutunza hit" |
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[myalansky] |
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Let's get this money for real. |
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It's time to get paid baby. |
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Lutunza. all that shit. |
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For real. it's planned gains. |
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Just don't want no money. for real. |
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Shit is real in the feel out here. |
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Yeah. |
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When iron spit, cats fold, infact get their life froze |
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Model hit, stallion, medallion, fedel castro |
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Cigars lit, coke sniffs got face slashed and ?raw-dick? |
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Heist 20th century glock, murder with own clip |
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Eighty-t along things, storm rip |
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Spots, where the bricks, eight-box, jewellery? |
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Empire fall quick, project legacy involved with |
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Incarcerated thugs came home, so we linked, form a swarm click |
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Operate extortion on some calm shit, faggot catch snitched |
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Yo, tell him what happened, haven't been found since |
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Two rounds from ?autopsy?, bound ?drip? |
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Barely decomposed corpse, laced ?, out of town ditch |
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Cheddar got me hungry, open eye's lids |
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Two lies, cry, innocent die, attention is undivided |
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Lives got you cryin when homicide hit |
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Look them niggaz shinin, news report, no one can find him |
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[chorus: myalansky] |
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Ain't no surprise, where the funds at? lutunza hit |
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Panic or flich, get clapped, can't stand in your pants |
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Thought he used his head, but he snitched |
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Fat look, snatch up, duck tape him and his man and his bitch |
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Eight hundred thousand dollars, damn it, we're rich |
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Found dead, stallion horse head in your whip |
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Tote, heist 20th century glock, guns and clips |
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Run your shit, funds and bricks, lutunza hit |
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[myalansky] |
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So, what's the chemistry, who ran in your spot, plannin your plot? |
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Half a brick sting, hermy heavy, hand me the glock |
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Hundred grand inside a shoebox, his man did drop |
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Some weed, who popped? you know scared money stinged with a two shot |
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Dirty cash shinin' next day, women get new rocks |
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Flashin' big heads, hermy in benzies bangin' tupac |
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He lay up with the wiz because it's too hot |
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How the fuck them pussies try myalansky bustin they ooh-wop? |
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?preparation verbalhands?, they want they loot butt |
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He must've been a mad man, only really thugs come at ya, shoot ya |
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Chase your bitch up off the road up in a ?soup-up? |
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M.i.a. chick found missin' in action, never no clue, what? |
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And still the beef been over too months, to gain this meal, you front |
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Ones that snitch, tongues get split, readin the clip, news at six |
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For funds and bricks, runnin your shit, gun at your click, lutunza hit |
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[chorus] |
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[myalansky] |
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Fear type watch eyes that watch guys, wasn't smart, why? |
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Holdin your clip in your slot time |
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Specialize a whole sale of hot nines |
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State is ill, surely pumpin coke on ? |
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Locked in a frontline, cuz he was a fiend for chocolate-eyes |
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Bang marvin gay cd let's get it on, makin a wretch cry |
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Bitches that he dated wasn't dead fly |
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His ugly chick sibrina said he was hungry off lu-chi |
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Shorty's way of livin took a sen-sai, he was so surprised |
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Should of seen how he flinched when he got baptised |
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Took him to the safe and called told him ?clap ties? |
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One of his mans was throwin up cuz he panicked, slug in his left eye |
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Bleedin, heard the ambulance, the cat died |
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Escapin with the safe like a half of a cake, come on, yo, let's slide |
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Amateurs frontin and shit, matchin in death, for funds and bricks |
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Cousin was rich, lutunza hit |
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[chorus] |
