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I get that gun, you that blow and baking soda be the recipe
For I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
The drama's gonna end, never end
Keep I'm playin'
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 never end, never end
Keep I'm playin'

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

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

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