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a 16 i dropped on a track
Riskin ya life behind enemy lines//
Is suicide if dumb enough to be comin thru mine// Never walkin thru my jets u better come in yo ride// And roll yo tints all da way up, recline try to hide// Cuz i'm online wit a tribe of head hunters// Some from da fed runners// So put ya hands down cuz they pop da lead burners// :shoot: But me i'm da nice guy, the type dat like to fight why?// Gorilla war hype, i come creepin and u go night night// Wit no night light, man da big sleep// Lets see how tall u standin now reduced to six deep// Yo dough and kicks keep cuz i'm too crispy clean// From a seed nigga born and raised in the 4-15//(four fifteen) It aint a thing to do a nigga flee da crime scene// Them go hustle wit da homies, smokin trees, sippin heem// Slangin d to da feens and the trees to da g's// 1-8-7 make u lean if u blockin off my green// dat was a lil sum sumthin from body count aka yung moezis: yung mc, burnin trees, partin KNEES...bussin cherries havin em leak da red sea yadidamean :evilgrin: |
sup wit da feed my nigguhs........................
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