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set-tripVSAVALON
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check it my style is off tha hook i aint evan have a gun in
my hand and you shook my Freestyle are like acid rounds
burn you little nusrey rymes to tha ground.
born wit methods since birth fuck around my glock make you exit tha earth
my bullets rush you and stick like syrup like yo name was mrs butterworth
i got my soldiers marchin put my index finger on tha trigga
and put yo azz on a milk carton.fuck it finga prints on
tha gun so i cant touch it.12 gauge trough yo vest
headin fo yo heart you was pre murdered from tha start
my style blows up in yo face like a can of mace
blinden you eyvision like alcohol in yo sytem
any punk motha fucka step im ima bitch em
gun trigga bein pulled and switch em
shift em in to gears you been dead for years
but now you facin death hold yo breath cuz theres
nutthin left on parole for armed robbey
murda and grand theft so put yo caps gunz
away ill put yo azz back in diapers
check tha hype verse i came raw since 87
lethal in 95 shot at but im still alive
you murder in discuise you dead now
motha fuck open yo eyes.
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