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Dominic Pagon
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Dominic Pagon
Dominic Pagon
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If yuh disrespect the nation then you betta run Ah hundred shottaz round me loyal they all strapped with guns Try take away my shit from me mi killyz show you I ain't the one Extendo AK 47s Dracos big like pun Heavy hitters started from the gutta they ain't got no ego My niggaz will buss yo head wide open sink you like a free throw They ain't afraid to take away yo life can't get it back no repo Now you ain't got no home like depot you such a stupid negro Only Top Shottaz I roll with that's from my block I got 50 killers strapped with both hands that's a hunnid glocks Banana clips buss right through yo door we don't see no need to knock Coppashot rounds aim straight to yo head make you bleed a lot They goan find yo body in different pieces like when meat get chop Ma n**** will feed you to the dogs ah the back ah the chinese shop I cant leave the crime scene until I know fo sho yo head pop I can't show no mercy to yo friends or family even if they beg stop We know you ain't really about that life why you actin tough Yo bitch say you a soft n**** inside oreo double stuff I run the game I play my cards right we kno you a bluff So many times I got away wit crimes and I ain't seen no cuff Im the type to ride till I die in these streets it's rough You can tell by the red all in my eyes all this weed I puff Bitch betta watch how you tellin all these lies and who you speaking of Lil bitch you mad just cuz I'm blowing up and you cant be enough Bitch n**** you can run all you want but you that know you can't hide I'm strapped with AK 47s semi glock nines every time I ride Pull up with that street sweeper that shit goan leave you on the side Blood all over yo shirt not even yo granma can't get it out with tide All my nikkas kill wid pride every time they take a life Leave yo body wit no eyes ruthless stab you with a knife Spray yo whole block with hallow point then we take off in drive Yo baby mama givin' me head and now I'm bout to f*** yo wife Started from the gutta we doan kno ntn bout no etiquette Haters trynna break me let them know that I ain't delicate I sleep with the rifle by my side so close you think we intimate You can't get no haven round here this shit ain't Connecticut I'm so laid back in the cut you know at the top it's lonely I ain't playing no games like tennis you better pay me if you owe me Please stop callin me yo bro bro otchea actin' like you know me I only roll with day one homies realest n***** free Pathoni My n**** locked up in the pen but he still livin' good Mount ah killaz man have as friend they all made it out the hood So many enemies try knock me off my feet took my falls still I stood Try f*** round wit any ah my friends or family lil bitch I wish you would I got loyal killaz big gorillas from the jungle Score so many sixes for my city haters pray I fumble TKO Mike Tyson first round always ready to rumble When that MAC 10 grumble Yuh better be humble before you stumble Yuh Big Up Yuh dun know Bless up
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