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Geah (right) Back on that ass Some of that smooth gangsta shit Geah (geah) Givin' it to the muthafuckin homies just like they want to get... Niggaz On The Run, Lil Hawk & Bird, Da Foe (right) Eiht Hype in the house (them killin' niggas) Bitch Here comes the muthafuckin' Streiht Up Menace Poppin' that cap up in the dash Best run fast cause we gettin fo' cash Hundred and fifty nine street is a war zone (1-5-9) The enemy no friend of me, muthafucka it's on To the point where it just don't stop (oh yeah) Niggas On The Run gon' make you drop drop drop Loud mouth bitch Nigga you's a muthafuckin' talker, ain't no slang Ain't no bang just the switch in your walk and Ain't no damn mercy in this crew (geah) You comin' up shorter than I midget like this nigga Tattoo, uh I runs through your whole crew likes the play Watchin' your homie drop off punk bitches ya're too soft Better yet too sure muthafuckas can't hang with tha Eihthype click When we pissin' a dick (stick 'em) Bodies be found float, face down in the river Letras de cancionesMakin' you quiver, geah Ain't nuthin' but killin' Uh, sayin' c'mon y'all (geah) Geah Creepin' - down the back street on D's A nigga that comin' up slippin' with the trunk full of ki's Ain't tha - he ain't too cautios cause my hood it's too hot So I'ma follow his fuckin' ass to the drop off spot (geah) And the - E got the fuckin' trunk of funk Fools get done up when I pull my run up I gots my gun up Be blastin' quick fast like Billy the Kid Tell your muthafuckin' homies that they best stay heat Fool ain't no playin' with this killa for niggas that's droppin' a dime Get smacked up side they hear up my 9 Just another nigga shootin' - fuck it Another muthafuckin' execution So - check the watch for the tic-toc Like - get down as I clown with that damn plot Be poppin' 'em off like Robin Hood Geah, it's all good Ain't nuthin' but killing C'mon y'all And all my homies from the park Sayin' ain't nuthin' but killin' Everybody in the house what you got to say? And all my homies from the West Sayin' ain't nuthin' but killin' All my homies in the house what you got to say? Geah, uh, Compton ain't nuthin' by killin' Geah right You fuckin' around with this click it ain't cool Leave your fuckin' body in a damn blood pool Fools can't hang with me, bang with me But niggas that try to slang with me But it ain't no thang to E Pop pop It's the sound from the Desert Eagle That pop pop goes the weasel Puts in much work cause it ain't no joke No relatin' to the bomb but you don't get smokes Yeah, and if I ain't down a fuckin' tight Representin' the muthafuckin' hundred and fifty-nine Better hit the muthafuckin' dirt when I hit your curb (geah) Dippin' in a Trey with that gangsta swerve Muthafuckas be fall Just like R. Kelly bodies be cold For this G to put a slug in that ass (right) The last in your see is an A-K blast Nuthin' but killin' Geah And that's how it goes down in the 95 shot Homies outhere tryin' to pull up on the creep Better watch your back Cause niggas it's stickin' 'em up for the cash, nigga Geah, that's real you know I'm sayin' Puttin' it down for all the real niggas, you know I'm sayin' So all you homies grab your straps Be down get the ?? what up and whatever, geah Right Ain't nuthin' but killin' Geah And all my homies from the park Sayin' nuthin' but killing Geah All my homies from Shack Town, get out They sayin' nuthin' but killin', geah And all my from Shaolin, get in They sayin' ain't nuthin' but killing Geah, c'mon, stick 'em Whatchu got to say And all my homies from the H-Town Get out They sayin' ain't nuthin' but killing Geah Get 'em New Jersey Drive, it's all the way live Sayin' nuthin' but killing Geah And all my homies from New Jersey Right Houston - Texas The Bay Town Geah And all them killing spots, you know I'm sayin Nigga It ain't nuthin' but killin' Kill 'em Geah From Letras Mania