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(feat. Ill Bill) Yo... Don't make me flip on you Actually you can't make me do nothing I might decide to I used to mush thugs And now I push drugs I knew a kid that put slugs in his own mug Used to show me his guns Ain't a cat that knows where ya son Remember violence at only one I used to watch my pops untreat a girl And beef with the world He had a bone to pick That's why my dome was sick It rubbed off on me Because the apple don't fall far from the tree g You cats keep your distance Cause your scared I might flip in an instant When I was filled with innocence I was still committing sins Half of you cats are sweet like cinnamon I shove a knife in your grin I run with convicts who stick up kids Letras de cancionesThat'll rob you for six bucks bitch We flip right before you expect it Because we were neglected, as children now we're hectic We shot men and we rob gems I seen cats that used to clock me, now I clock them Got easier, back since 2 o'clock 10 In case, one in ya face is the only option Necro with Ill Bill Walk around life - murder, murder, kill, kill Gun up in your grill And you screaming chill, chill Didn't have ?your steer? now you get your cap peeled This is our life, our life Necro with Ill Bill Walk around life - murder, murder, kill, kill Gun up in your grill And you screaming chill, chill Didn't have ?your steer? now you get your cap peeled This is our life, our life Aiyyo, I grew up in the motherfucking projects My moms says if my pop left We would have to get a sectionade apartment The rest cheap, I see decepticons at least Ten deep, run up on me flipping, wanna set beef That was some faggot shit, me and my borough For rent for do-lo The only 2 white kids up in my projects that wasn't homo I fought every day, beefed with a hundred cats Right before I started sold drugs and busting caps Right before I bust my first nut, I love to rap At 10 years old is when I first started to fuck with that Everyone else in my PJ's knew I was black I kept it to myself, continued to defy my ?class? I used to buy my mother a milk jug and spike that You fight with me, I was the type of cat to fight back I lace you with a broken nose, holding the ice pack Wife black, Puerto Rican's, we was poor, it was wack My mom's tried her best I never graduated high school I learned to pump drugs and pack 9's instead Became one of those violent heads Have you on a respirator, even though the doctor know your mind is dead Necro with Ill Bill Walk around life - murder, murder, kill, kill Gun up in your grill And you screaming chill, chill Didn't have ?your steer? now you get your cap peeled This is our life, our life Necro with Ill Bill Walk around life - murder, murder, kill, kill Gun up in your grill And you screaming chill, chill Didn't have ?your steer? now you get your cap peeled This is our life, our life From Letras Mania