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Only go to war with Ab if he push the button Yeah I did that nigga dirty, he was good for nothing Gunfire with something, they killed the bitch he cuffed him He turned to David Ruffin, I turned on [?] and punched in On [?] I build with Nipsey Hussle Nowadays, shoot you faster, I ain’t built to wrestle Dial in my pocket, whole city in trouble On everything, “[?] what it mean?”, the whole city a bubble Head fragments with slow reactions No gang shit, but they say we active Out of towners (know the action), every Jordan (need a Paxson) And I don’t speak on niggas’ fed cases, stop asking That’s disrespectful, watch who you sitting next to They hit him something special and they was unregretful You say you got a block to run, I might invest in you Fuck the money, I got your head, they wouldn’t find the rest of you Cut off his fingers Ran off on the plug, cut off the ringer My charge was misdemeanored Lawyer said, “don’t worry about it, dude, I got to clean up” I forgot to lean up, [?], clean cut Unfashioned livings for mathematicians Got the word from his men, the stash was in the kitchen Sort of like SWAT how we blitzed in Movie shit, kill his men, I’m on his gold first was in I peeped the booby trap then reversed the van Letras de cancionesJust when I thought I was out, they pulled me back in “Lo, you know the feds on you, why you’re rapping?” In the booth, my passion, a year from now, you has-been OBH nigga, I’m known to crash events Nigga, fuck the cops, 5 percent my [?] I went to shake his hand and this pussy flinched You’ll probably jump a fence if shit get intense Shooter shoot it ‘til his skull open Shot for shot like the bar open Shooter shoot it ‘til his skull open Shot for shot like the bar open Fuck a tattoo, get my face statued The hardest niggas out, the other rappers cat food If I call [___] down, he gon’ act a fool If I call [___] down, he gon’ black at noon They heard I caught some beef and I ain’t get back to ‘em I don’t never call them down, I love ‘em, wouldn’t use ‘em I get my hands dirty, brick Victor Cruzed them They did it the long way, broke it down to nicks and moved them “What’s good, beloved?” Looked at his fake smile, “What’s happening, cousin?” This desert eagle tre pound clip hold a dozen You’re better off vacation, Dominican Republic I popped a xan, now I’m sluggish My life a movie, I should get it published Feed the streets relish, my name clean when I’m going to Paris Northside, we was on Parish Out the country smoking Paris, barrel poking like a terroist Shooter shoot it ‘til his skull open Shot for shot like the bar open Shooter shoot it ‘til his skull open Shot for shot like the bar open Only go to war with Ab if he push the button Yeah I did that nigga dirty, he was good for nothing Gunfire with something, they killed the bitch he cuffed him He turned to David Ruffin, I turned to [?] and punched in From Letras Mania