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Pshhhh pshhhh<br>Uhh<br>[repeat 3x]<br><br>[Verse 1]<br>Ohh you rhyme witta slug and sum shots in his face<br>He rhyme witta slug tryna sound like ma$e<br>Listened to his tape, this lil´ nigga used to sound like cake<br>Maybe I´m juss killin, maybe he juss snitchin<br>See a whole lot different when my sales ecliped<br>What I see is straight bug, straight girl<br>Yea he be a killa, you kill wit bugs<br>Rather look at the facts not the hype<br>Like who got shot and who got knifed<br>Who keep gettin struck, but don´t neva strike<br>Hope the beef go away but the feds indict<br>I know yo card nigga, it´s so clear<br>You juss wanna sell record you don´t want warfare<br>You don´t wanna ride you wanna get rich and hide<br>These niggaz would´ve died if they shot me nine times<br>Heyy it´s juss for the best<br>Take this mob shit seriouse, please respect it<br><br>[Hook]<br>And there go the shots stay rippin ´em apart<br>Cuz it´s a blood comin outta his slum<br>It´s murdah bloody homicide is what they cry<br>When they losin´ their life<br>When muhfuckaz ax me how I sleep at night<br>pretty good witta a slug might heat me tight<br>Pray to god while I´m gone, is what underneath feels like<br>It´s my work by the surf when they turn off the lights<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>You ain´t kill humma ´cause if you did<br>Why you ain´t get the pen after all of that hit<br>You know I know, that if you live<br>That shit that you spit, somebody got somebody<br>Somebody got jumped, somebody got cut<br>Yoo pac´s a nigga, nobody got shot<br>Nobody got flushed, you screamin what what<br>Okay okay killa you´sa slut<br>Think about it, enoughs enoughs<br>I´m tryna show ´em whoes who<br>And what is what<br>I mean how can I respect you<br>When them niggaz that left you ain´t none of ´em blessed you<br>(not nobody)<br>You know where they are, where they perform<br>Bust yo gun, stop makin songs<br>Please no more ghetto quran<br>You got money now it´s time to bomb<br>And that´s juss fo the top<br>Take this mob shit seriouse please respect it<br><br>And there go the shots stay rippin ´em apart [2x]<br>Cuz it´s a blood comin outta his slum<br><br>[Verse 3]<br>Death of perfection as I move witout motion<br>Ain´t no nigga in his game doin the shit that I´m quotin´<br>Take a good look ´cause you´ll neva a see enought of me<br>Might be sum otha g´s tryna trace n color me<br>But I believe in the ways of old<br>Slice these niggaz throat tryna tell on po<br>That shouldn´t excist, fuckin snitch<br>Cut of his dick, put it on his lips<br>You really think I was gon´ let you slide<br>Fuckin wit me you must be outcho mind<br>You really think jail was gon´ make thinks right<br>Nigga I will shoot you till you lose yo life<br>I was mindin´ my own, word got back, niggaz talkin bout po<br>I was like ohh, god must be ready fo this nigga to go<br>I ain´t lyin this is the mob<br>You got yo break come finish yo job<br>Juss don´t get the feds involved<br>And I´mma reunite you wit yo moms<br>Rip<br>I guess this ain´t juss music<br>Cuz jail only made me much mo´ ruthless (nigga)<br>And the bitch nigga knew this<br>That´s why he tryed to sign me to g-unit<br>Tell ´em how you made me offers<br>(I don´t want that blood I´mma godfather)<br>Jumped on every street corner<br>Hurts yo heart that you don´t get that honor<br>The feds I paid fo that<br>10 years up top<br>I sell ´em much shop<br>Both of ya was blood<br>Took the bus wit cuz<br>Want gun fo gun<br>I earned my lug<br>You, you juss pathetic<br>You neva bg, bespite yo average<br>Take this mob shit serioue, you gon´ respect it<br>Tha´s juss fo the record<br><br>[Hook]<br>And there go the shots stay rippin ´em apart<br>Cuz it´s a blood comin outta his slum<br>It´s murdah bloody homicide is what they cry<br>When they losin´ their life<br>When muhfuckaz ax me how I sleep at night<br>pretty good witta a slug might heat me tight<br>Pray to god while I´m gone, is what underneath feels like<br>It´s my work by the surf when they turn off the light
New song lyrics
Pshhhh pshhhh<br>Uhh<br>[repeat 3x]<br><br>[Verse 1]<br>Ohh you rhyme witta slug and sum shots in his face<br>He rhyme witta slug tryna sound like ma$e<br>Listened to his tape, this lil´ nigga used to sound like cake<br>Maybe I´m juss killin, maybe he juss snitchin<br>See a whole lot different when my sales ecliped<br>What I see is straight bug, straight girl<br>Yea he be a killa, you kill wit bugs<br>Rather look at the facts not the hype<br>Like who got shot and who got knifed<br>Who keep gettin struck, but don´t neva strike<br>Hope the beef go away but the feds indict<br>I know yo card nigga, it´s so clear<br>You juss wanna sell record you don´t want warfare<br>You don´t wanna ride you wanna get rich and hide<br>These niggaz would´ve died if they shot me nine times<br>Heyy it´s juss for the best<br>Take this mob shit seriouse, please respect it<br><br>[Hook]<br>And there go the shots stay rippin ´em apart<br>Cuz it´s a blood comin outta his slum<br>It´s murdah bloody homicide is what they cry<br>When they losin´ their life<br>When muhfuckaz ax me how I sleep at night<br>pretty good witta a slug might heat me tight<br>Pray to god while I´m gone, is what underneath feels like<br>It´s my work by the surf when they turn off the lights<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>You ain´t kill humma ´cause if you did<br>Why you ain´t get the pen after all of that hit<br>You know I know, that if you live<br>That shit that you spit, somebody got somebody<br>Somebody got jumped, somebody got cut<br>Yoo pac´s a nigga, nobody got shot<br>Nobody got flushed, you screamin what what<br>Okay okay killa you´sa slut<br>Think about it, enoughs enoughs<br>I´m tryna show ´em whoes who<br>And what is what<br>I mean how can I respect you<br>When them niggaz that left you ain´t none of ´em blessed you<br>(not nobody)<br>You know where they are, where they perform<br>Bust yo gun, stop makin songs<br>Please no more ghetto quran<br>You got money now it´s time to bomb<br>And that´s juss fo the top<br>Take this mob shit seriouse please respect it<br><br>And there go the shots stay rippin ´em apart [2x]<br>Cuz it´s a blood comin outta his slum<br><br>[Verse 3]<br>Death of perfection as I move witout motion<br>Ain´t no nigga in his game doin the shit that I´m quotin´<br>Take a good look ´cause you´ll neva a see enought of me<br>Might be sum otha g´s tryna trace n color me<br>But I believe in the ways of old<br>Slice these niggaz throat tryna tell on po<br>That shouldn´t excist, fuckin snitch<br>Cut of his dick, put it on his lips<br>You really think I was gon´ let you slide<br>Fuckin wit me you must be outcho mind<br>You really think jail was gon´ make thinks right<br>Nigga I will shoot you till you lose yo life<br>I was mindin´ my own, word got back, niggaz talkin bout po<br>I was like ohh, god must be ready fo this nigga to go<br>I ain´t lyin this is the mob<br>You got yo break come finish yo job<br>Juss don´t get the feds involved<br>And I´mma reunite you wit yo moms<br>Rip<br>I guess this ain´t juss music<br>Cuz jail only made me much mo´ ruthless (nigga)<br>And the bitch nigga knew this<br>That´s why he tryed to sign me to g-unit<br>Tell ´em how you made me offers<br>(I don´t want that blood I´mma godfather)<br>Jumped on every street corner<br>Hurts yo heart that you don´t get that honor<br>The feds I paid fo that<br>10 years up top<br>I sell ´em much shop<br>Both of ya was blood<br>Took the bus wit cuz<br>Want gun fo gun<br>I earned my lug<br>You, you juss pathetic<br>You neva bg, bespite yo average<br>Take this mob shit serioue, you gon´ respect it<br>Tha´s juss fo the record<br><br>[Hook]<br>And there go the shots stay rippin ´em apart<br>Cuz it´s a blood comin outta his slum<br>It´s murdah bloody homicide is what they cry<br>When they losin´ their life<br>When muhfuckaz ax me how I sleep at night<br>pretty good witta a slug might heat me tight<br>Pray to god while I´m gone, is what underneath feels like<br>It´s my work by the surf when they turn off the light
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