Dont talk bitch clean up this mess, in the land of the dead ,u already in debt,
ran numbaz so i gotta be strapped, basbell cap ta the right, watchin my back while im servin them hypes,lyrics hot like the end of my ruger, 16 hollow tips out the tip aint shit ,listen son im ruder,exit wounds handed out to intruders ,aint no way ta manuver ,you get hit like ali in a bout against george, holden my own got crack in storage heavy handed mutha fuckaz like me don't praise the lord, once solo now got followeers like the king in africa,bullet broof vest cuz jelous niggs got desert birds for poppin ya, no son stand back trigger fingaz dont listen ta me, it gotta mind of its own u aint gettin wit me,prison ta me is a word in a sentence ''B'',3 family members get found in the tenches deep, listen&peep yung blaq's a danger sign ment for the blind so they can get by without fear in eyes,i steer wit rhymes change lives ta hell instead of heaven,nigga on the road ta collage gets banged at age 11, too many lives lost on the day of 9-11 so im gonna take break soon cuz death was dominate, kill me u decrese the crime rate ,im full of hate, lifes turns make me wanna ache, wanna skate ,with a full pie not a portion,lady's raped wanna real dad no abortion, lyrics is scorchin take me ta my death bed, niggaz in rush city waitin for life ahead

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