Tonalité : A minor
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[Knightowl] Fools collapse when they
Verse 1
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fuck
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With the real mothafucka that is
Bustin slugs all in their mugs
Bitches and snitches run
just like a river
The shit that I deliever
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Makes em quiver, I'm bigger
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My finger's on the trigger
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You mothafuckas know
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A crazy vato like me
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Don't give a fuck I'm OG
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So think about that
Little bitch up in a casket
Shit got drastic
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That puto's ass got blasted
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He fucked around
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And got a bullet all up in his face
On a mothafuckin walls
His brains I had to paste
Never trust a man
That likes to yap them fuckin lips
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Try to get lok and see my ass
Unloading all them clips
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I be the kinda of fool
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That takes no shit from no one
To slow that MC down
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I got to bust a fuckin round
To the bitch talking out
The mothafuckin neck so
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I gotta show em it's me
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They better respect , uhhh
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[Chorus: Leicy Loc]
Don't stress
You should of worn your
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Bullet
proof vest
And you might not of caught
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These slugs in your chest
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Don't stress
You should of worn your
Bullet proof vest
Cause now I got to
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Put your as s to rest
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[Leicy Loc] Now don't think
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for one second
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That this bitch won't trip
What me quickly
Flip and twist your ass up
Then slip the tip of this tech
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Down your mothafuckin neck
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Puttin your ass in instant check
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Best belive that's a promise
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Cause I never make threats
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And I never say shit That I'll
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some day regret
So when I'm bailin through your set
Don't think I'm out to catch
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I might catch a bad one
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And your ass is done
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Feel the fire from this gun
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Run through your chest
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Then mentaly prepare yourself
For a long nights rest
Rest In Peace
As you lay so peacefully
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Like I said it's as easy as 1 2 3
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For me to flee from your presense
So easily
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Never under estimate a G
I hate to say but today
Just wasn't your day
And you really picked a bad
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Time to come out and play
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[Chorus]
[Bokie Loc]
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Some times it's hard to figure out
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What type of V- I- V- E I want
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[to kick his facts]
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I'm livin in all of that anguish
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Not hard to distinguish facts to straps
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In the hand of a young fool
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Bullets excape from the chamber
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Could it be evil anger and danger
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From a demon like this
Breezin through your H
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double O D's
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Whisperin in that ear them
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Enlightin em with that non fear
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Til they wanna be OG's
We's caught in the middle in between
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The scene is this gang violence silence
To those with these bullets
up in their brain
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Carryin pain on their back
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to their grave
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[It's a shame] Run nigga run man
Stroke by a ball in the game
He wasn't even playin in
Fuck [We got's to cross
the field]
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There must be another way
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And that some drama for your mama
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Like every day
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[Chorus]
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