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Pshhhh pshhhh Uhh [repeat 3x] [Verse 1] Ohh you rhyme witta slug and sum shots in his face He rhyme witta slug tryna sound like ma$e Listened to his tape, this lil' nigga used to sound like cake Maybe I'm juss killin, maybe he juss snitchin See a whole lot different when my sales ecliped What I see is straight bug, straight thoro Yea he be a killa, you kill wit bugs Rather look at the facts not the hype Like who got shot and who got knifed Who keep gettin struck, but don't neva strike Hope the beef go away but the feds indict I know yo card nigga, it's so clear You juss wanna sell record you don't want warfare You don't wanna ride you wanna get rich and hide These niggaz would've died if they shot me nine times Heyy it's juss for the best Take this mob shit seriouse, please respect it [Hook] And there go the shots stay rippin 'em apart Cuz it's a blood comin outta his slum It's murdah bloody homicide is what they cry When they losin' their life When muhfuckaz ax me how I sleep at night Pretty cold witta slug might heat me tight Pray to god while I'm gone, is what underneath feels like It's my work by the surf when they turn off the lights [Verse 2] You ain't kill humma 'cause if you did Why you ain't get the pen after all of that hit You know I know, that if you live That shit that you spit, somebody got somebody Somebody got jumped, somebody got cut Yoo pac's a nigga, nobody got shot Nobody got flushed, you screamin what what Okay okay killa you'sa slut Think about it, enoughs enoughs I'm tryna show 'em whoes who And what is what I mean how can I respect you When them niggaz that left you ain't none of 'em blessed you (not nobody) You know where they are, where they perform Bust yo gun, stop makin songs Please no more ghetto quran You got money now it's time to bomb And that's juss fo th Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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