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Shut 'em

Yo 'em down start the violence
We wilin' wilin' sling back his found
Washed up on Island
When I rolled up this heart slowed up
killa froze up, when I pulled up jumped out with the pump-pump
Thirty-two and ducked out
So out
that cat for dead his body smoked out
Cause when I fall y'all killas a me kid
I'm all out
Lifes a bitch, fuck it, got the gun it
Game play, gotta play by the rules or your own cannot be
Don't try to test, your chest, put five inside your vest
Have you layin' with a rest
Shoulda when you was lookin' in the eyes a death
And I forgiveness when I did this
There was not no but he should understand
Cause even God got a list

Beat anonymous
I spit like a shiny silver
fond of us
We the kind that rush, those that back
Takin' whole stack
Grimy cats
bald head like Kojak
Go gat for gat
Coat
You could smoke
Or cut dust
Makin' whole fuckin' stove crack
know me
1-3, one and could be never phoney in any ceremony
I'll tear you
Shut 'em
sees takin' your time
Makin' mind
Got nigga on the low
Defecatin' rhymes
your spine
Got you movin' from the flurry, time to
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 look out for a case
Niggas pumped you up to watch you get
Had you thinkin' shits
Now you up creek
your shits weak
How mich is your life worth to someone
Cause I be
Kidnap for is some shit you don't want to get caught in
From back in the of Gordon
Niggas was gettin'
The guy from Height stayed on his job
his own little mob
Was it worth goin' back to the so soon
Worth my shit go boom
To your own doom, from the
there's no room
Fuck you know a pine box
Money goin' out nine Glocks
On top of that same nigga when they pull with nine shots
like killin' for your crew
I ain't gon'
It gonna take a whole lot to put up best
Then watch loins spill out your vest
You best get on some act your age
You a kid
run for faces
More niggas get killed like

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

Shut 'em