weapon hit the lights, creep up slow, bullet lead catch ya lil ass slippin glock poppin bustas droppin niggas duckin from dis shit mask on my face no decription of who made this hit bitches thinkin "who was it?" bitch, it was triple six devil thoughts, evil thoughts, trizzick bitches I just clizzick plenty of blood no suspects only victims laying dead shells laying in their bodys, its the fucking bullet lead now niggas in da morgue and I could give a fuck less keep my business quiet as kept, mothers in that black dress headed back to my fuckin hood project born ridge grove hustla raised gangsta raised bussiness up in ??? now sorry your the one got me reachin for my hip no friends in the game in the spot victim of my clip fuck all you bustas step and your gonna die comin at yo ass victim of a fuckin drive by.
(course)x4 break out the mask and the glock and get rid of you (pop pop till you drop body full of bullet holes)
[SOG] straight from the north bitch, ridge grove is my stomping ground you niggas don't make a move, you bitches don't make a sound sawed-off gangsta and nigga glock back in for the 94 tellin all you punk bustas man, bring that shit to the door i'm able, unfadable no nigga can fuck wit dis you talk all that bulshit to yo mouth goes my fuckin fist I'm jackin 5000 bitch so go home and get yo gat you better take cover hoe cuz this shit is on like that squeezin my fuckin trigger blastin to take your life your niggaz done got all down so you have to pay the price jumped in the fuckin ride loced up like from head to toe I pulled out a sack of ink rolled up as we start to blow my gat is tight in my hand its too late to break and run my bullets ejected bitch got shot down by teflons on a spree, killin see, welcome to the evil side its too late to run bitch, victim of a drive by
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