Lyrics

I don't give a fuck about the feds Pull up on you with the Mac-10 Fuck a handout never beg Kingston nigga, check ya dreads Kief, you all dead All a nigga see is red 4-4 magic get the scream-o 10 more ripe for the creep-o Call a blind shot if you peep out BULLET Your friend and my dead they might bleed out You got the chopper with the beam out Put a fucker down with the sleep out Glock when I'm rollin outta bed Roses if ya pop off ya head Fuck you and ya street cred Zuley, murdered, dead Here's a message from my enemies Who don't wanna see me sip on Hennessy The truth is here, watch it leak out All but one shot kill ya people Everything a blood clot dead Everything a blood clot dead Everything a blood clot dead Watch me, murder dead Everything a blood clot dead Everything a blood clot dead Everything a blood clot dead Zuley, murdered dead Run up on a nigga with the Glock 9 AK rifle and pop spine Tell these niggas it's war time M-16, Carbine BULLET BULLET Go on, get the blood clot shot off All of da boy den fear dem fear dem A blood clot, blood clot, knock off AAAHH, they might scream out Shot them I leave out Car then might speed out Shocks lockin, in my lean out Chopper outside get the breeze out Take ya whole team out Rachet 100 in my free coat Hot head nigga, me a steam out Here's a message from my enemies Who don't wanna see me sip on Hennessy The truth is here, watch it leak out All but one shot kill ya people Everything a blood clot dead Everything a blood clot dead Everything a blood clot dead Watch me, murder dead Everything a blood clot dead Everything a blood clot dead Everything a blood clot dead Zuley, murdered dead
Writer(s): Cheikh Gordon, Trocon Roberts Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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