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X Flava Flame
That ain't say that nigga Dave
When he got his gator sprayed
Killer keep hater rain,
just in case a hater brain
Cock the chrome,
put a tombstone on a hater grave
Stick in the clip and get the rippin'
If you think I'm trippin'
Let the banana peel on the K if you think I'm slippin'
I'm pistol grippin' when I'm tippin'
4-4-4's
Just in case a hater run up low
I cut a man, I'm mad, I'm mad
So send me, send me now, they hear me
And bullets I got plenty, the hollin' bot, gimme
Turn you into tiny Timmy, put you in the sleeper
In the hospital, bad dad, Fennemy 3
And it's a round like the FN and half a nigga brain buzzin'
And then your life fit the like, like Kane
It's a round like the FN and half a nigga brain buzzin'
And then your life fit the like, like Kane
It's a round like the FN and half a nigga brain buzzin'
And then your life fit the like,
like Kane So when I drive I keep a heater on my side
Cause I be damned if I be a victim of a
homicide I keep a heater on my side when I ride
I ain't finna be the victim of a homicide
Haters will catch a nigga slippin' and get done
So I never leave the house without packin'
a gun I keep a heater on my side when I ride
I ain't finna be the victim of a homicide
Haters will catch a nigga slippin' and get done
So I never leave the house without packin' a gun
I lost my partner Gunny in a gunfight
So every time I ride cause I think about that night
How they took my homie I ain't had it,
pissed on me
I ain't had it, pissed on me
I swear to God my nigga I'ma stay strapped until my demise
Till you get to look me in my eyes one more time
That .45 on me, the K and the C
Gon' play with a G, see how funny it's gon' be
I'ma heat your ass up, street sweep your ass up
Should've learned to win it when that nigga beat your ass up
I betcha I'm a hound of mine
But hide a tink rippin' pine hand on that 9
* with me
I betcha I'm a hound of mine
But hide a tink rippin' pine hand on that 9
* with me
I betcha I'm a hound of mine
But hide a tink rippin' pine hand on that 9
* with me
Jack boy you're on the wrong track boy
I'ma hit your chest and blow out your whole bag boy
Stack stacks boy
You better get on your grind
I'ma shoot you if you * with mine
Off top nigga
I put Ido Ido on my side
When I ride, feelin' feelin' fickle fickle
I'ma homicide, homicide
Haters'll catch a nigga slippin' and get done so I
Never leave the house without packin' a gun
Bitch I'm a G it's a must I stay packin'
I'm strapped 9, B.J.
ain't just one gun
Bitch I'm a G it's a must I stay packin'
I'm strapped 9, B.J.
ain't just one gun
Bitch I'm a G it's a must I stay packin' I'm strapped 9,
B.J.
ain't just one gun
This rap game don't mean * to me These niggas fake
* with me bitch they bringin' out that yellow tape
I'm a grown man so miss me with that kid *
These niggas talk I know they never did *
I'm gettin' money and I'm waitin' on the jack boy
So send they ass straight to that graveyard
I don't do a lot of talk Talk is talk is
cheap You got a problem with the police?
See me in the streets These niggas pussies they ain't ready for
the aftermath I'm livin' by the gun and dyin' in a blood bath
You bought a top for last night with a scope on it And I'm waitin'
to use it on any hoe want it Bitches deppin' for the sun over
here Black That tough * around here gon' get you killed Black
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