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Uh, gun shots, let it rain Kickin' in your house and bring the mothafuckin' pain You see, the reaper came to claim Another niggas soul that just got ripped up out his frame, uh Bitch, I'm a loc', I'll sever your throat and I'll provoke You come and choke, I'll empty the clip and start the low Now see me float, I disappear like a fucking ghost Who want the smoke? The funeral got a casket closed I'm bringin' drama, you can call me Osama Terrorizing this motherfucka, down 'em with the llama I'll give you trauma, choppa singin' the opera Waitin' deep in the bushes to burn a nigga with lava Pull up make it rain with the lead inside the nine Rollin' in the bucket, swervin', plottin' on his life Bet he doesn't know I'm creepin' like a fuckin' hawk I'm lurkin' through the shadows, 'bout to turn that boy to chalk Had to paint the walls red, had to watch his body bleed Someone start the Chevy, hit the gas, evade the murder scene Now I hear the sirens blasting, police catchin' on to me I'm goin' out blastin' and empty out the magazine I'm diggin' up the grave where your body stays, I'm not the one to play Bitch, you pray, but it's sad to say your soul got took away Bring the spade when I'm on the way, you can't outrun the K Taste the gauge, time to meet your fate I'm peelin' back your brain