[Intro:] You know how we can purchase a couple of TEC-9, semi-automatics, extended magazines?
Hold on, who? TEC-9's? The fuck for?
It's a family problem
[Conway:] Give them niggas the drum Roll down the Benz window let off twenty-one Young and dropping bodies like it's fun Fifty on his head, his own shooters get it done
Pyrex pot, got the yola resi' Shoot a fifteen with the sweeper hold it steady James Patterson with the pen, I'm writing thrillers I write it for killers, they treat my words like Bible scriptures Had the youngin fire the blicka Tryna peel the cap for that contract he never seen that type of scrilla I ain't like these weirdo rappers, I'm a psycho nigga Grimy like Tyson in the ninetie nigga, you Bryson Tiller Homie that's on dogs I never liked you niggas Hit you with some shit outta this automatic rifle nigga Praise me, I'm like christ to niggas Them large niggas was blind I dropped the shit and gave sight to niggas Load the M-16 rocking Supreme Nowadays they don't make diss songs, they making memes Till I find them and run down on and 'em and let it ring Bitch there ain't a rapper alive fucking with the machine
Give them niggas the drum Roll down the Benz window let off twenty-one Young and dropping bodies like it's fun Fifty on his head, his own shooters"ll get it done
Roll down the Benz window let off twenty-one Fifty on his head, his own shooters get it done
The shooter squeezing, he a heathen when he snort M-16 reaching leave you bleeding on your porch Look you keep running your dicksuckers that's the reason you a corpse, water whip it up I'm seasoned with the fork I'm blowing money up in Neiman for the sport, ran up in [?] bet I'm leaving in the [?] Got pulled, bailed out and I ain't even go to court My homie say my flow raw like the keys that he import You talking like you that official and you clapping pistols I drop a bag on you and have my savage get you Chopper chop your body up it's looking like some axes hit you Fuck you and them faggot niggas rapping with you Shout out my Bmore homie that love the clappers whistle Hit a pussy nigga, snap back with missles Empty the whole magazine, give them the drum with love from the machine
Give them niggas the drum Roll down the Benz window let off twenty-one Young and dropping bodies like it's fun Fifty on his head, his own shooters"ll get it done
Roll down the Benz window let off twenty-one Fifty on his head, his own shooters get it done
[Prodigy:] Go looking for a nigga, I catch him at his stomp ground Hop out with the [?], brrrap him and his boys down High level violence, maximum overload Pussy niggas crying like "P you took it overboard!" My pops raised a gangsta, and you just a bird to me I don't give a shit who you shot who you murked homie Name ringing bells I give him his first L, and he was so sure that I was so soft Shots flashed like the lightning, it's heavy metal gear He let his fear overpower his mind and think clear All these bullets set your beard on fire, when weird ass niggas come fucking with live ones When real ass niggas come fucking with a no fuck giving ass nigga, coroner taking pictures off your body sliced open you're posed for the autopsy Oh these niggas telling? Well tell them send more cops P, I'm at your neck Said you tattooing tears but ain't even kill a pussy yet I fucked the truth out her, confessing her sins She tell me everything how I know where your momma live Later for a bitch, I'm busy holla back soon The paper boy, empire state boy, rap [?] So whoever in my way up, clowns with the make up You Ronald McDonald face fuck I'll straight up Paint more red on your forehead I don't want your jewelry, nigga I just want you dead I don't want your money, you gon'pay me with your soul and I will drink red rum from your skull
[Conway:] Give them niggas the drum Roll down the Benz window let off twenty-one Young and dropping bodies like it's fun Fifty on his head, his own shooters"ll get it done
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