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looky HEA, ma song "Putcha 2 Gunz Up"
IP:
This is tha first song i have EVER written, and i jus want sum feedbak on how good it reallie is, fall bak if u hatin doe, cuz i dun need negativity
Putcha 2 Gunz Up
Drop Line 1:
The youth of tommorrow so vibrant n young but lackin' wisdom,
No light in sight but the bright smoke from ma nostrilz infumin ma system,
Itz dark round hea ppl shook, starin' staight into deathz face,
We scared but adrenaline pump, curiousity buildin ta getta grip of deathz taste,
We walk wit straps, gatz untucked and ready ta break,
Nonchalantly strike niggaz walkin wit fake thuggin' gaits,
As our brainz strugglin' to interpret all tha bullshit we intake,
Aint none of dem figurin' mindz realizin' dat dey made a mistake,
But it dun stay dat way for ma soul ridaz in place,
Pieces at our sides, full clip heavy embraced,
Walk around ya block wit da grime nines clinged ta our waist,
And if you a threatin crew we switch 2 up on yall ta steady da pace,
Hook/Chorus:
If dem niggaz want war n dey pushin dere luck,
Den Putcha, Putcha, Putcha 2 gunz up!
And if dem niggaz fulla shit n dey talk too much,
Den Putcha, Putcha, Putcha 2 gunz up!
If dey whippin out knives, or switchblades to ya gut,
Den Putcha, Putcha, Putcha 2 gunz up!
And if dey ridin in cliquez bitches, tricks ready or what?
Den Putcha, Putcha, Putcha 2 gunz up!
Drop Line 2:
One time too many I hear dem faggotz yappin dere gumz,
Sikkz glock will put a bad taste in ya mouf like a dick wen it cumz,
Ma dudez set so if u try n come at em in a vex way,
Dey'll show up on ya doorstep like express mail tha next day,
Blasts penetratin skin, bullets blindin, senses sniff deaths aroma,
Gun smoke so strong niggaz walk in strait n out wit glacoma,
Wen i approach aint no sympathy or bullshit "im sorryz",
Cuz Jeremy will knock ya fuckin LITES OUT like Hurricane Charley,
We careless people blowin' money like street hoez blow dick,
Moral of da story we wun hafta put em up if u dun start no shit!
Hook/Chorus: (Repeat 2x)
If dem niggaz want war n dey pushin dere luck,
Den Putcha, Putcha, Putcha 2 gunz up!
And If dem niggaz fulla shit n dey talk too much,
Den Putcha, Putcha, Putcha 2 gunz up!
If dey whippin out knives, or switchblades to ya gut,
Den Putcha, Putcha, Putcha 2 gunz up!
And if dey ridin in cliquez, bitches, tricks ready or what?
Den Putcha, Putcha, Putcha 2 gunz up!undefined 
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