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Uploaded
Sep 9, 2008 | 6:21 PM EDT
File Info
Song
4.6 MB
5 min 5 sec
Score
2.00 / 5.00

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Score:
Rated 2.00 / 5 stars
Plays & Downloads:
353 Plays | 66 Downloads
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Genres:
Hip Hop, Rap, R&B - Hip Hop - Modern
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Author Comments

beat done by mister ka from sound click this is just a solo song by me great lyrics

Verse 1
i pop up and out the scene like i'm 3D in 3 black jeeps like beep beep
3 guns on each man i hope they call you quick feet
if not call him ambulance a.s.a.p.
my homie say i'm promblematic with the automatic
found at the bottom but on top like a attic
running up on fools bustin like homie it's nothin
and your homies can get it to if they even think something
haha if your soul don't rise don't think god
i put it to your brain like here now don't think at all
hands on my balls still gangsta with my back on the wall
it's up down or forward either way i'm walking tall
when them thiings go bang they have no name
maybe a aim but whatever in the way getin slain
it's survive of the fittist and you can trust i'm the witness
so any man a victim point him out and i'll get him

Verse 2
i keep it so real you can't even speak on me dude
close your mouth i'm not your dentist but i'll put in a tool
yep have them boys just snatch off them jewelz
like don't worrry about takin it off just don't be a fool
the gun on the waist kuz the work in the back pack
come in my personal space oh no don't do that
a few guns in your face sould make you fall back
like n***a you just a mouse don't get caught in that trap
i'ma bizzy bone creepin up on a come up
hit your ass up like blatt before you can step up
leave out with that watch and chain like n***a who next up
your life on the line if you can't put up then shut up
i'll have n***a's on you likin like the black Ku Klux
so cops don't know the shotter you just fucked like new sluts
them boys don't know how to behave i'm tellin you son
loaded guns and dry roses at your grave like you can't be done that was to fun

verse 3
the gun talk like click clat but understood as get back
that's all after that there's no need for clit clat
you see it's simply dip or feel the cold metal to your dimple
the hot bullet flyin out your temple rearranging you dentals
just let it sizzle as it fly straight right though the middle
it's the end of you like this the death theme where's my fidle
may i continue as it begins to burn like sitting in a kendal
and you can just bleed like a bitch on her menstrual
snitches get shot memo to witness and kin folk
you know the typical procedure back up only two heater
you could run and hide i promise they'll find and greet yah
resistance isn't recommended it may result in to consequences in this instance
head bustin cause n***a's wear vest and we tryin to murk somthing
the desire to fire is overwhilming like the trigga peer prussure my finger
proverty stimilated my anger whoo yah in danger

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