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Featuring Chop Black , Lee Majors , Rahmean , Kuzzo Fly , Don Stryke (Hook) Goons on deck Shooters on deck Scraping through your hood Black bullet proof vest Hit niggas up leave them out to fucking stretch Need to set with the whole hood a bloody mess Shooters on deck Goons on deck Scraping through your hood Black bullet proof vest Hit niggas up leave them out to fucking stretch Fucking with the mob playing in the game of death (Nigga game of death) (Verse 1) Hit them in the face all upon you where the stash at You can tell I'm on my fuse live like a glass cat Fucking day off like a pipeline in your lap Walk with you to the safe, sawed off in your back It's my scope writing dope like a pharmacist The price I quote hit you hard like a lightning bolt Represent the gangster ride with the cut dose Black vest send text, mixed with the gun smoke Letras de canciones (Verse 2) Yuk I'm married to the mob fuck the price main Stack a lieutenant 4 stack 'em in the dice game Checking out the right lane ,starring at the ice change Ride my shooters, riding pop a nigga like a bike change The mob out no drive by's and leave half out Bear face slide up in a nigga blow his top out Bang, we put them lames to rest Fucking with the dragon gang it's the game of death (Hook) Goons on deck Shooters on deck Scraping through your hood Black bullet proof vest Hit niggas up leave them out to fucking stretch Need to set with the whole hood a bloody mess Shooters on deck Goons on deck Scraping through your hood Black bullet proof vest Hit niggas up leave them out to fucking stretch Fucking with the mob playing in the game of death (Nigga game of death) (Verse 3) Black hoodie, black beanie with the black phony Hit target hit loud to run up on it Caught him slipping in the drive through without his homies I need a 2 piece bisquit with a side of macarone I want all your jewelry your money and your rims And all you trying to kick knowledge how do you win I'm a menace like Cain don't test me nigga For a craf full of dollars I bless you nigga (Verse 4) I'm mortal kombat guy , bitch get over here Raging ruff rider, no man I fear Only G O D, or my m o n Don't trust nobody all fam no friends Get gone on the spot, don't do no lens Home beans on the corner, only corners I been Pussy nigga stand out, heroine I blend Pair of jeans every pocket bandz on bandz on rubber band (Hook) Goons on deck Shooters on deck Scraping through your hood Black bullet proof vest Hit niggas up leave them out to fucking stretch Need to set with the whole hood a bloody mess Shooters on deck Goons on deck Scraping through your hood Black bullet proof vest Hit niggas up leave them out to fucking stretch Fucking with the mob playing in the game of death (Nigga game of death) (Verse 5) I ain't even off this motherfucker I still cut back aiming shooting motherfuckers Any buy shot revolvers on round spin Better change with your life than playing with it Bitch from california, made me hard Traveling the world, made me harder Type a nigga robbin, beat your fucking daughter Wait me around, everywhere my auto (Verse 6) You won't sustain your breath time to play the game of death I'm squeezing till it's gone, nothing in the chamber left I'm from the snake pits, fake shit get him while He's robbin ,while it's droppin' I'm the club bout these bitches molly poppin I'm in that buggati squad, used to be the RTD Now I'm trying to pass on these niggas like I'm RG3 Bank roll balunga, dragon game gunga Shooters on the roof, hit it cracking like a nun chunk From Letras Mania