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Yo man Brother Madness Style, c'mon, let's let's do this shit Motherfuckers done rolled on 'em Nah nah it wasn't the gangsters man It was, it was them motherfuckers, yeah (who was it?) (yeah, right right) Them motherfuckers, [??] (Shoot them motherfuckers man!) Yo yo, yo Create man, you got the strap? Rex T man, pop in the clip Give, give me the gun man Give me the gun that motherfucker is slippin One-eighty-seven [RBX] Fuck it! I gotta do this quick I grab my glock seventeen, the clip went click Dat-da-da-dot-da tec, perfect So I keep on I - pop him and drop him That oughta stop him from comin up blocks Dead in his tracks from stacks of facts Relax! I'm about to take my respect I lower, and aim straight for his fuckin neck Boo-yaa boo-yaa then I fade into the wind Hiden by the night, reflected by moon Soon comes the wrath of blacks actual facts Pistol cracks.. From Letras Mania