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Hey, hey If you gon' try this, make it hurt Make it rock We be shooting up to the top Talk your shit, make it hot Tie my [?] like the block Thought you knew she was a thot Tuck her in, I'ma hit the spot Dump it quick, I'm breakin' [?] Holding in and I'ma pick your lock Think your face could use a sock Tell me [?] 'Bout that guap, I got a lot I be better than you thought Got my problems, take a shot Still gon' do it how I taught Might just cop me a private yacht Sink that shit and burn up the docks, ho Bitch, it's fuck everyone and everything I don't wanna play no games Creepin' up outta the dungeon [?] with a motherfuckin' razor blade I'm thinkin' 'bout what it means [?] Coming out the motherfucking eight six to the three Young kid with a mic' and a dream Letras de canciones[?] fuck with a team Fucked up with a [?] And a switchblade tucked in the back of the bus Fucked up, got a bag of the bucks Now a motherfucker really wanna tell me I'm up Shit starts from the mud Comin' 'round the back with a [?] 'Til you getting mad, 'til [?] Bitch, I'm comin' out the gutter, motherfucker, you suck Yeah Came under gutter with all of my brothers The slum, the cut, the flood, the blood I shed, I pledge my life, but when will it end? The mic', the hoes, the endless fights East to west and over the seas Enemies on their knees begging me please Slide for the free, but I kill for the fee Baby Bone rode solo in the midnight sun They want way more flows, but I might be done I did ten years, I don't wanna do no more My brain is fried, about to overload I rode the slopes too long, I overdose I gotta go somewhere to feel alive Jump in that Caddy, chasin' the moon, chrome caskets stacked inside that tomb Yeah From Letras Mania