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Shut 'em

Yo shut 'em down start the
We wilin' wilin' sling back his body
Washed up on Coney
I rolled up this niggas heart slowed up
That froze up, when I pulled up jumped out with the pump-pump
shots and ducked out
So out
Left that cat for his body smoked out
when I fall y'all killas a kill me kid
I'm all out
Lifes a bitch, it, got the gun bust it
Game play, gotta play by the rules or own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, abide chest, put five inside your vest
Have you layin' with a rest
Shoulda known when you was in the eyes a death
And I swore when I did this
was not no witness but he should understand
Cause even God got a shit

downs anonymous
I spit like a shiny silver
fond of us
We the kind rush, those that hold back
your whole stack
Grimy cats
Niggas bald like Kojak
Go gat for gat
that
You smoke that
Or cut dust
Makin' your whole fuckin' stove
know me
1-3, one and only could be phoney in any ceremony
I'll tear you
'em down
Shun takin' your time
Makin' your
Got nigga on the low
with rhymes
Breakin' spine
Got you from the flurry, time to worry
I'm a bury the
Feel my clip

Shut 'em

Hey yo I bet you this motherfuckin' barrel will blast his face
Be on the out for a basket case
Niggas you up to watch you get beat
Had you thinkin' shits
Now you up shit's
Cause your weak
How mich is your life worth to someone
I be extortin'
Kidnap for is some shit you don't want to get caught in
From in the days of Gordon
was gettin' robbed
The guy from Height stayed on his job
With his own mob
Was it worth goin' back to the so soon
Worth makin' my go boom
To your own doom, the graveyards
there's no room
Fuck you know about a box
Money goin' out with Glocks
On top of that same nigga when they pull with they shots
Feel like for your crew
I gon' rest
It gonna take a whole lot to put up best
Then watch your loins spill out your
You best get on act your age shit
You a kid
That run for
More niggas get killed that

Mad man Sticky
The crazy cajun blazin' bullets for and days
Grazin' I'm the glazin' ason purple hazin'
to be pahsin' Lord with all this hell I'm raisin'
God of the Underground, I'm gunnin' 'em down a thunder pound
We shut 'em down
We turn shit quick gun click
Lyin' in the
Pursed the on your dick
In the morgue it dogs
I'm the Rottweiler my Glock
Fuck cocaine killer I sniff gun
So all you real willies throw Roleys in the sky
And all the crooks rob the outside
I'm so hype, I take life, betta have my doe right
five mics, I don't need no mic!

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