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Shut 'em

Yo 'em down start the violence
We wilin' sling back his body found
Washed up on Coney
When I up this niggas heart slowed up
That froze up, when I pulled up jumped out with the pump-pump
Thirty-two and ducked out
So out
Left that cat for dead his body out
Cause when I fall killas a kill me kid
I'm all out
Lifes a bitch, it, got the gun bust it
Game play, play by the rules or your own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put five inside your
Have you with a dead rest
known when you was lookin' in the eyes a death
And I swore forgiveness when I did
was not no witness but he should understand
Cause even God got a list

Beat anonymous
I spit a shiny silver nanabus
Niggas of us
We the kind that rush, those that hold
Takin' your whole
Grimy street
Niggas bald head like
Go gat for gat
Coat
You could smoke
Or cut black
Makin' your whole fuckin' stove
know me
1-3, one and only be never phoney in any ceremony
I'll tear you
'em down
Shun takin' your time
your mind
Got nigga on the low
Defecatin' with
your spine
Got you movin' from the flurry, to worry
I'm a the bullshit
Feel my full

Shut 'em

Hey yo I bet you this motherfuckin' barrel will blast his face
Be on the look out for a basket
pumped you up to watch you get beat
Had you thinkin' sweet
Now you up shit's
Cause your weak
How mich is your life worth to someone
Cause I be
Kidnap for ransom is shit you don't want to get caught in
back in the days of Gordon
Niggas was robbed
The guy from Rikers stayed on his job
With his own mob
Was it worth goin' back to the so soon
Worth makin' my shit go
To own doom, from the graveyards
Till no room
Fuck you know about a box
goin' out with nine Glocks
On top of that same nigga when they with they nine shots
Feel like killin' for crew
I gon' rest
It gonna take a whole lot to put up your
Then watch your spill out your vest
You best get on act your age shit
You a kid
run for faces
More get killed like that

Mad man Sticky
The crazy cajun blazin' bullets for days and
Grazin' amazin' I'm the ason purple hazin'
Hard to be pahsin' Lord all this hell I'm raisin'
God of the Underground, I'm 'em down with a thunder pound
We gonna 'em down
We shit dumb quick gun click
in the vine
Pursed the line on dick
In the admit it dogs
I'm the my Glock holler
Fuck cocaine killer I sniff gun
So all you real willies your Roleys in the sky
And all the crooks rob the place
I'm so hype, I your life, betta have my doe right
Fuck mics, I don't need no mic!

Shut 'em