shakin dem hatas-off* and makin them bleed/
breakin my gatas-off* in dey ass and losin my feet///
skillful tactics* layin bustas off in closed caskets/
makin these niCCas statistics* murdas un-solved by ferenzics///
My lyrix are like close encounters of the third-kind/
breakin hatas off wit these dirt-rhymes///
takin hatas to the boundoux* and takin they heads off///
try to front on me better-not* stay away from this youll be better-off///
Im shakin em off/ bustin slugs to a perfection///
got these cowards runnin in fear/ for steppin in my direction///
they quick to lose sleep, when Gunz is on the creep///
Im beatin they ass into the middle of next week///

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No ones gonna stop me