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Verse 1
or that shit on your chest
Niggas get killed for less
And all that shit you be talkin', man,
we ain't impressed
Niggas get killed for less
Whether close caption or high definition
You could probably find me
on that big screen,
diamonds glistenin'
Ain't this a bitch, man?
That's your reef in the pond
And all the dirty done,
how the fuck he missin' songs, nigga?
He ain't lyin',
I'm a chemist on that table
Manita with the bays
make the competition hate you
Couple deaths on the block,
now they rate you
Lil Depp's a pull a trigger if I say shoot
One shot, two shots, another nigga down
CSI searchin' but his face
can't be found, nigga
Shit is crazy on the streets of the Bronx
Niggas yellin' shots fired
but police won't respond
Where I'm from,
niggas pump that bass
And holla at your lil sister
right in front of your face, nigga
The workin' man's a sucker,
you heard, see
Niggas gettin' hot for 20 years, still thirsty
I guess he's share -born with the king
Now that's what I call
rekindling old flames, get it?
Who else but Coca in the Rover?
Sports, get it?
Could've been my genie on my roaster
Life is for the living, get a chauffeur
Find yourself a bitch
that don't mind eating chocha
We spit murder, you's a victim, boy
If that ass get flashy, we'll stick ya, boy
One shot, two shot, three shot, oh
That is in the right damn mode
Four shot, five shot, six shot, she, she,
that's for the wife and the kids
I don't care about your money
or that shit on your chest
Niggas get killed for less
And all that shit you be talking man,
we ain't impressed
Niggas get killed for less
So don't die over nothing,
let your little crew dash your ass
Cause on my block I was the dot,
before aftermath
I had that rock in the spot,
the fiends had to blast
When I dropped it with poppin',
shoot past the glass
See I really hustled homie,
this ain't no fabrication
They never called me back,
I filled out many applications
Watching these corny niggas come up,
that was aggravating
So I hit the corner,
told them beat it like they masturbating
I tried to have the patience,
I asked God for the answers
He took too long to respond,
so I had a chat with Satan
He told me my dreams
ain't have to stay imagination
Turned my wrecked Thames to a
stretch bin for my graduation
Had all the lost sluts
at my prom salivating
Scooped my diploma, I'm gone,
but I kept on calculating
College is hollick as every
grade I had's amazing
It was school books or cool looks
when I passed with Dayton
Clapping at plays or hearing my
new Magnum flaming
School girls or I'm an Earl,
look who this bastard's blazing
Long story short,
man I had these faggots hatin'
I'm handsome, I'm cool,
I got guap and I get it fractalatin'
I come from the place
where you get your hood passes made
In the brook where the only thing
shook's on a stove marinatin'
So when they say congratulations
over the respect my pad is gainin'
I
I ain't going back, I'm aiming like
One shot, two shot, three shot, oh
That'll send him right to the mall
Four shot, five shot, six shot
She, she, that's for the wife and the kids
I don't care about your money
or that shit on your chest
Niggas get killed for less
And all that shit you be talking,
man, we ain't impressed
Niggas get killed for less
What the fuck I'm talking about?
That real kicks the music, blitz
Like that shit,
you like how that shit sound, nigga
Blitz
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