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I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down |
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And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown |
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With these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone |
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Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well |
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Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under |
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Big pipes soundin' like thunder |
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Skated by the skin of my teeth |
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I had to put a man in his place last week |
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Now why you wanna come at me? |
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I'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes |
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Wrong nigga for threats |
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Lone nigga with long chrome |
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And we can dance till one of us drop |
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You score points fallin' with good formation |
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I'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn |
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The very last nigga you should ever blast your gun |
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To the floor, actin' like you goin' to war |
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Now you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher |
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Flame thrower, rule with a iron rod |
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That be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard |
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But who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night |
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And you can't come outside without fear |
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Am I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'? |
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Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner |
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Keep me on your mind and don't slumber |
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Man the minute you slip with those, that's your ass |
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M O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn |
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With Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn |
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Aiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit |
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Squeeze off, let em know how real this is |
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M O B B, D double E P with Bounty Killer |
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No other gun runners keep a round like this |
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From Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death |
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Whether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block |
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Sprayin' shots with the Lindon, listen |
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We all been through action, you know the last me blastin' |
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The last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake |
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Neither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it |
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You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets |
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Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies |
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Still nuttin' pop but the shells |
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These ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel |
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A gun runner nigga for real nigga |
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Yo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle |
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Of that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip |
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Empty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit |
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While you layin bloodied up in the Six |
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Flee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce |
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Then watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out |
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Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet |
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You runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems with us |
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Everyday is like Fourth of July to us |
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Henny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch |
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Interfere with the plan and you will get touched |
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Let the liquor talk for you and you will get touched |
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Full fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge |
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While you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head |
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Cockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray |
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Poppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way |
