702 comin through yo hood
Putting hollow slugs all up in your brain
I be the one thats gunnin for fun
You can hang with the Sin City gang
Stay bumpin when I'm swervin
Wonderin why the bottle keeps turnin
I'm creepin and callin your homies
Up on it and you callin for help
Now I'mt he suspect of a bloodbath
And I left him dead cuz nobody cares
Joke doggy dogg bringin heat everywhere that I go
Cuz a gangsta like me will bust back
And a bulletproof vest on my chest in case anybody blast
Wearin all black wit a hard hat hangin low over my eyes
And the briefcase right by my side
9-milla glock and a chrome .45 and I know
Heard of this gangsta crackin necks
Runnin all night with a jet black 9
In a g-ride killin up your whole set
Givin a damn with a strap in my hand
Unloadin on every punto that I can
Fuckin up playas in Las Vegas
And erasin these hataz is the masterplan bitch
So sick and do shit to you Ripley's wouldn't believe
We got some other sick tricks
How we pull straps out of our hat and bust caps
And make you bitch ass niggaz take foreverlong naps
I twist 'em up like a tornado
Devlish like that evil motherfucker Damian
I'm startin funk like Fox
Doom juice with doom roots
I'm rippin fruit loops apart
I'm infested with the doom
Got a bitch to lick my wounds
Pay attention, then I rinse down with siccmade niggaz
That'll kill a bitchmade nigga
Twist 'em like a french braid nigga
I'm meetin Osama Bin Laden
You betta jump on your cellular phone
Cuz aint nobody gon' make it home
As I parachute out that motherfucker
But you don't hear me though
At 30,000 feet up in the air it's impossible
That'll land in a bitches yard
Dick hard enough to cut through
A pack of glass and in barge
I don't need her permission
Cuz I aint gonna let her live
And come equipped with it
After I finish with that bitch they know Eklypse did it
I'm fresh out the county jail
Just graduated from an anger management program
Slow your roll like a traffic jam
It's that nigga with a frown turned upside down
I keep it rough nigga style
It aint that punk David Banner
It's the motherfuckin hawk
But I keep it gangsta with the sawed-off
Your motherfuckin face be tore off
Because we dog bitch niggaz
Along with triggas that'll scratch em
And load 'em up unload 'em
And let bitch niggaz have it
My claws 3 loaded automatics
That'll rip your ass like Wolverine
When I'm on that OE and Listerine
Send him home and get shot in the neck
Have your bitch ass smokin a stick
Just to deal with his death
And many bitch niggaz hang with other bitch niggaz
I got him now I'm comin after you
So hop your bitch ass in this effect
I take his soul across the foggy lake
Closin a bloody murder case
And I aint speakin in riddles
But you niggaz is sweet and colorful
All about my skrilla and bits
And thug niggaz appear like ninjas
Apocolyptic season if the sickness
I reveal the strongest weakness
When I hit yo block and leave you wicked
Some niggaz call me a demon
Cuz I see the future livin grousome
Creep up on a snake ass nigga like an eagle
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