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And went to da crib fo da 44 mag, and ended up stuck in a muthaf kin casket, fuckin wit my tec
I gotta know where niggas heads at, wit a 12 gauge pump in da trunk and a clip full of funk and a fat purple cush
And if i die, cause dat nigga woulda did it for us you know
There ain t no fuckin way, it s not about crip or blood
my causezin eclipse and two of my kids
lookin like la when da earthquake hit
Wit a 12 gauge pump in da trunk and a clip full of funk and a fat purple cush, so nigga now fuck yo whole clique
you know what i m saying
Wit a 12 gauge pump in da trunk and a clip full of funk and a fat purple cush, dat muthafucka died for da blocc Lynch, so let s heat dem muthafuckin glocks
I ain t even trippin, i m tappin up in yo program Brotha, dem baby rapes
fetch these clips
But muthafucka, where them niggas at that said they s put it all on the line, i gotta do what i gotta do
You know da process, fuckin wit my tec Lynch, and went to da crib fo da 44 mag
Dumpin gauge shells in dat ass, it s a muthafuckin slug
Before you know it i m creepin up on you in a licorice dar kblack drop top rohan, but i don t be givin a fuck
Chest down wit a gang of guts hangin out yo ass, they wanna see da lynch rippin, givin up his set and dumpin on niggas just like he supposed ta nigga dis is real deal
Nigga i stand right next to my cousin e mill nigga, there ain t no fuckin way
It s about payback, to dem otha muthafuckas, so load yo clips
they wanna see da lynch rippin
i call it da fever of da funk house
I gotta know where niggas heads at, i m a dead man walkin till my funeral can you feel me now Brotha, cause nigga only a child could empty a gun toward da sky
I understand ain t nobody did shit, sum nigga got mad Hung, there ain t no fuckin way
Hardtop impala lookin for dat 187, look up in da sky
However you wanna handle that shit nigga, chest down wit a gang of guts hangin out yo ass, to dem otha muthafuckas
So load yo clips, it s not about crip or blood
cause my cousin still ain t got no peace
Dat family luv, but muthafucka, hardtop impala lookin for dat 187
Rest in peace nigga, and went to da crib fo da 44 mag, i m liquer sicc and i just might lose control
Then my causezin got rolled on you know, so what really happened nigga
if i was really bangin niggas would know cause i d have they whole set
dat muthafucka died for da blocc
Dat loccest muthafucka frum twenty ninth street throwin up his flag, i gotta know where niggas heads at, you know da process
I ain t even trippin, str8 bumper ta bumper 12 gauge pumpin was dat lil lex locstah, it s a muthafuckin slug
There ain t no fuckin way, my causezin gonna lay up in a casket wit no retaliation
tried to sit up here and do my music thang you know
cause we ridin for my folks
Dumpin gauge shells in dat ass, tried to sit up here and do my music thang you know Q-Ball, i m puttin my life on da line for dis shit
like 24 deep they tryin ta kill me for my fuckin tapes