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I get gun, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe
For I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
The gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm
I know for sure I'll split mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me
You call the cops and i get knocked, I swear to the of me
The drama's gonna never end, end
thinkin' I'm playin'

It's hard, yeah, it's hard, that New York shit
That black glove, wood grip, outline 'em and shit
I don't wanna talk, say a for my enemies
Droptop, ten shots, make your ass a memory
to ride, homicide, I'm down with it
I'll wave that chopper, hit your and shake the ground with it
Fuck with N dot Bonepart, get your ass blown
Hip hop's Napoleon, you know war, you me then
I'll hunt you like a great
Hit you, hit you a freight train
Run off with fake chains
give you mothafuckas somethin' to believe in
Knife work your lungs, I'll make it hard to in
shit could be a big enough reason
You're dancin' with the wolves, fool, better them
I feel for you, you ready for the outcome
Nigga I'll get at you all week the same gun

I get that gun, you that blow and baking soda be the recipe
For sure I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the of me
The drama's gonna end, never end
Keep I'm playin'
I know for sure I'll your mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me
You the cops and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me
The gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm

Me I punch every first I had a fight with
it's genetics, mama made me like this
Cocaine baby, problem child, half
Children of the Corn, I've warned so long
Big strap for with my little 380
make your little lady miscarry a baby
You leave the scene unseen I get to trippin'
Pistol whip your hard enough to blur your vision
What up, comrade, salute, I rank, I got bank
Just fucked up work, askin' if use shanks
Every I'm in my clique, nigga, I run shit
I put in my own work, run, get who you get
This is how it feels when you squeeze a & Wesson
When talk is not an option, a form of expression
You got to go to work on a
The red shit comin' through the shirt on a
My gift to a