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I get that gun, you know that and baking soda be the recipe
For sure I make .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
The drama's gonna end, never end
Keep I'm playin'
I know for sure I'll split mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me
You call the and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me
The drama's gonna never end, end
Keep I'm playin'

It's hard, yeah, hard, this that New York shit
That black glove, wood grip, 'em and chalk shit
I wanna talk, say a prayer for my enemies
Droptop, ten shots, I'll your ass a memory
Time to ride, homicide, I'm down it
I'll that chopper, hit your whip and shake the ground with it
Fuck with N dot Bonepart, get your ass blown
Hip hop's Napoleon, you war, you know me then
I'll hunt you a great dane
Hit you, hit you like a freight
Run off with fake chains
give you mothafuckas somethin' to believe in
Knife work your lungs, I'll make it hard to in
Little shit be a big enough reason
You're dancin' with the wolves, fool, better feed
I feel for you, you ain't ready for the
Nigga I'll get at you all week with the gun

I get that gun, you know that blow and soda be the recipe
For sure I make .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
The gonna never end, never end
Keep I'm playin'
I for sure I'll split your mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me
You call the cops and i get knocked, I to the death of me
The gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm

Me I punch every nigga first I had a with
Maybe it's genetics, mama made me like
Cocaine baby, problem child, crazy
Children of the Corn, been warned so long
Big for robberies with my little 380
I'll make your little lady miscarry a
You leave the unseen when I get to trippin'
Pistol whip head hard enough to blur your vision
up, comrade, salute, I pull rank, I got bank
Just fucked up work, askin' if use shanks
Every clique I'm in my clique, nigga, I run
I put in my own work, run, get who you get
This is how it feels when you squeeze a Smith &
When talk is not an option, it's a form of
You got to go to work on a
The red shit comin' the shirt on a nigga
My gift to a