Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1: Won Aze]
[Verse 2: Lyrikile Trife]
I know some of you mother fuckers never heard of me maybe some of your boys from your projects is probably down to murder me and if you get rushed to emergency i’m shooting niggas in surgery whisk you for your currency thugs beg for mercy when they squad fronts the outcome what! you find yourself stuffed in a car trunk i’ll leave blue prints covered in shoe prints popping nuisance neighborhood nuisance murder your family for 2 cents my brains too dents from sniffing this coke get your shit broke on a quick note you get a slit throat fucking with l is just a big joke you say you thinga noma mother fucking talk i’ll bring the drama wet your block and let the cops finger dahmer if i shoot you i’m brainless but if you shoot me then your famous whats a mother fucker to do i’m not the type of cat you wanna play games with my fucking arms are dangerous prey to god so long that i turn atheist its like ashes to ashes and dust to dust in cash we trust all we have is us
Because people play for keeps in this game i take life’s your rap games a crack game you roll snake eyes you shook like fake dice lyrikile be a way of life run up in your crib blast your kids and rape your wife i’m from a small place called nigga do or nigga die front its you and i get the note bitch you caused your own suicide
[Hook: Won Aze, Lyrikile Trife]
You all alone in these streets cousin every man for them self’s in this land we be gunning
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