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In 1989 I was pushin dimes out the crack housesTryin to get ?my mail on?I got my self on?I murdered 2 baseheads coz they tried to tell onThe nigga with the 3-5-7 chrome, my mind was goneWhen I did dirt, I was aloneGot onGot strongI put my homie down, and we was downIn the summer time we made it snow all over town200 Gs made money still coming inGotta connect with the ill columbianNo matter who you trust you simply cannot winIt's always fun in the beginning but it's pain in the endMy homie got shot, murdered on 7-mileIn broad daylightAt nightI squeeze the AK tightAnd fear I might be next in lineFor the body choke outlineIts going down...Letras de canciones[Chorus: x4]Kill or be killed niggaYou ain't reel nigga Feel my steel niggaIt seems niggaz want to test mePolice out to arrest me Coz the streets ?want to? child molest meI emptied out the full clipNow police got they hands full of bullshitIts drug relatedSo they hate itI figure it was that nigga who I last saw the ????Murdered my homie in his cherokeeI saw that nigga at the mcdonalds drive through, so I pulled up to his ???And unloaded my dumperHe had, his bitch and his baby in the carBut I didn't give a fuck, automatically unloaded, all of they asses got struck187 on my pistol bullets to throw awayCop cars pull into the mcdonalds as I try to get awayThey say we got the car surrounded, come out with your hands upAt this point I didn't give a fuckIt's going down...Chorus (x4)Murder weapon in my hands, dead bodies I blastHavin the whole city's souls just to dig up the pastThey want to negotiate my surrender, no way I ain't goin out like thatI looked at him, and cocked the gatFlashbacks of bloody bodies and cemeteriesSo I did what was nessacaryAnd what was nessacary was...(cops yelling out stuff) From Letras Mania