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Boxcutter Pazzy, the razor blade and the ox with him Punch this muhfucker in his chest, take his oxygen Die muchfucker die, infrared dots on him Vinnie put the [?] on the street like he nails [?] You could either slide or you could take that L How this muhfucker torn like an ACL? It's a lot of hype around you, but you ain't gon' sell You know the son is going to talk because he hate that cell Why I always had to [?] grease of these kids Never contributed, nothing, always be in the fridge I think it's hard for you to either find a reason to live Run up on his pussy like I gotta key to his crib Fuck this ras clot, I'mma leave him dead in the dirt And then pop go his ma like she Gerald Levert And the gat the same color of the [?] that [?] I got rhyme in my mind that'll level the earth From Letras Mania