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"The Villain"(Talkin)]
Ha Ha
"The Villain"
Shadow all up in mothafucka
Hella High, off that sticky gram
Livin the life, sellin drug life
Packin snubs, smokin weed all day bud
Can't fuck wit it

[Mr.
the unfadable, confrontation with I is consequencial
Me and Slush "The Villain" your advisories parental
Fuck a presidental
I roll wit thugs in maximas on
Or on chrome d's
me and see why everybody calls me hostile
How mothafuckas be hatin cause I live a gangsta
My profile is so wild you wouldn't kick it
With these two young thugs, packin and gettin convicted
Inflictin much like my a.k.a. was migrain
Make a swallow piss for disrespectin my name
From the sky falls rain to the streets you'll fall
And all I got to say to my is fuck the system
The Mistah is who I be up on this paragraph
Makin panic cause they heard about the aftermath
I'm at the of no return and so I keep burnin
cause I want the higher learner

[Chorus: Slush "The Villain" and Mr.
We straight gangstas, bangers, dope
Bitch stranglers, who wanna and playa hate us
Money makers, world wide got it
Walkin 50 deep through your block

"The Villain"]
For all my enemies I got gats too
Me and my faculities bodies covered up with
So you see me it's intimidation that you feel
you know these fuckin Eses mess for real
Cause we're soldado down to throw
Con chiflasos tricky throw chingasos
I got on the side of me
that gram sticky green mothafucka
Come get high me
And if you say you'se my homie, don't me
Cause when I say I'm gonna kill, you believe me

[Mr.
Even out of town we break mothafuckas down car trouble
Tricky grab an axe and a
Show these sons of hood who gots the bag of tricks
Full of guns, ammunition, screwdrivers and ice
We pick who dies, when the cries
Brutalize mothafuckas, catch em by
We're like a car crash
bash a mothafucka, and give him whip lash
Think fast, blink and it's your ass up in
Have your mom for Jesus

"The Villian"]
I give's a mothafucka
Down to buck
Better duck or that ass'll get plucked
I got all I need to suceed, get to test em
Pocket full of weed and a gun that's full of
I'ma mothafucka thug no love
I'm seein my enemies sleepin in their blood
I'm fantasizin homicidal thoughts Charles Manson
Money schemin to come up, like hold you for ransom
It's all about the homie, I'll put a price on your head
And iIf they don't pay up by mornin believe that you're dead
Playin wit your life like God but I care
Ain't gon let nobody me from bein a millionaire
It be a gun blast ese till one of us
Best believe tryin to aim my heat right between eyes
Only on my bullet, my name I'm gonna
"The Villain" put that ass to the grave, mothafucka