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Conversation: Pix2 & Dreamlife crew-
BloodLine:
Heyo blad…
I heard em talking today that em wanna take ya place!
Deadly Mob: na, I heard the gossip on TV that they wan to Ban gun but I think they’re wrong…to assume they can get a replace
Pix2: hahahahhaah
Wtf are they talking about?
Why y’all scared to talk in my face?
Don’t fuck wit me-
V:-1
Fuck wit pistol
And get ya casket–
I see the enemies waiting for me
To fall in their basket-
Yet this bitches right here, tryna picture a G like a project-
Hold ya tears mama, never reject until u awake, I must have fly away like jet
Ever wonder y the world
Reject wat others accept-
I see my hatters envying my progress, is like they’re upset-
Off their set-
2pacalype
Colide wit my hardlipz, tryna be my hatter, u’ll dead sucking my dick-
Straight up on the Mic. U can suck it
But let me lick it-
Elect me b4 reject-
Level me the boss
When u heard of Peace2calype-
No time to lose
Non will b blame if u got to lose-
So quickly!
Tell my hatters 2compose- b4 decompose
Else smell the fire wen I blast thru your anus
Mama know it
Am not gay, but I’d blast, if u wanna go astray- this all for the pay- and I won’t stop, until this motherfuka make way-
Hook: (Dreamlife All starz)
„U don’t wanna fuck with us”
Don’t be a muda sucka
U don’t wanna fake wit us-
I will bleed ya nose
V:-2
Don’t fuck wit me-
Fuck wit d stripper
Avoid d trigga nigga-
Strippers are cheaper-
Tell the corps-
Don’t ask me to pull over-
If u wanna be dead, let me ride ya head wit my land rover-
Still u knw the game is not over-
Check out the speed
And let me handle the lead, 24/7, let me provide ya wit wat u need
But little did they know, I wasn’t in their set-
Even though we were class mate
In high skool, motherfucka u know
U were the fool-
And now it ain’t cool talking about pistol
Pistol the mad tool-
Beta than this fake fools-
Fake rappers need to get back to skool-
Or beta still learn to play pool-
Becux if try fuck wit me-
Ya nose will be stock wit cotton wool-
Hook: (Dreamlife All starz)
„U don’t wanna fuck with us”
Don’t be a muda sucka
U don’t wanna fake wit us-
I will bleed ya nose
V:-3
Don’t fk wit me-
Son and daughters of lucifer
This a game of liver
And u and me know-Nothing last forever-
I wonder y we shiver-
Pussy is not precious so y ya mad If fuck ya diva-
Bitches complain I got tempa- but this’s for the paper-
Stock in the street viper, if u don’t have trigga, son you beta get ya self a digger
Becux motherfuka wan to fall ya 2d ground, like u don’t have liver-
So
Fuck the judges
Wen I blast thru their bladder- witout crime
I wonder y the Government don’t give a fk about
The life of a nigga-
So let me make ya an offer- my mission is not to make u suffer-
But I garrantee
I’ll blast thru ya woofer
U shouldn’t have fk wit me motherfuka-
Am hyper master buster-
Am not a killer
So don’t push me-
If u don’t wan to feel the manic of a player-
Pow pow pow
We never stop-
Level ma shine on higher…popular and sweeter than vanilla, ask the bitches-
We no longer sit in regular-
Bitches said the love the way I bust nuts wit acapella- but that’s watup…becux we-ll never stop until we hit emila
Outro:
If you don’t know..
Now u know-
Aviod me-
Don’t act like u wanna make a choice for me
Don’t fuck with me
U heard?
Hahahahahahahhaha
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