Bloody bodies in the yard Life is like the apocalypse The Walking Dead, I'm so-so scared And I don't know how to get up out this bitch Out the creepy ghetto streets Looking for a feast, call me wid cause my eyes are red Hail Mary Me, left the sky, niggas just doin' desire I did not make up these rules Busta kills need to get op I don't wanna lose my cool, but can we lose the fan? We gotta drop it up and it's strictly on demand This be dead, that gangsta music That make them bitches lose it But it's all good, cause I grew up on that hood shit When I joined the Triple Scene Hungry, hated, cause we be so faded It's hard not to kill all you pussy hoes dated Harder, go harder, the hard one to do it You blame me? I kill you, but it's seventeen
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Just came off in this bitch On that Mystic Stylez shit Enter this mind of this lunatic And they screw that shit up She tell me that she gon' fuckin' go suck I rape her mouth and kick her out my truck Thuggin' with my c3 niggas You can smell that line through see sharp pants Chillin' in VIP, let that bitch hit the weeper And she forget about her man Northside nigga, roll with that trigger I'm safety, looking for Jackters If you a bad bitch, then you wanna rape me If you a broke nigga, then you hate me Niggas they want a team, thinkin' why I'mma catch these niggas slippin' The AR, I lift 'em off uppa they feet Fish, don't move or you get yo ass beat
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