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[Buddha Monk] We wisemen, shut down your slot time for fronting Investigate new spots, to keep them dead pres' coming You wanted, a life time of dark coles, dark clothes Hitmen, marksmen, that creep when the night's full Stake out your area, barricade your door neighbors Lockdown 5-0, with a scope that hide low Shut down Verizon in a thirty block radius Love holding hostages who believe in athiests Who baked this, a nigga that's great at this Step your depth, wishing then, watch you laying there breathless Do I fear death? Please, a nigga cock and squeeze My four-four ends beef with all enemies And that shit that I'm drinking make me care even less About how many bodies, I done put to rest No cold sweat, no doc checks, just me and my vest If the clip starts, slash a nigga, across his neck You got a deathwish, huh? You wanna bust yo', huh? I get-get jive, rush two to your side You wanna stop my cash, that means no, lab Got bitches with no ass, a nigga please, kill that, nigga, I roll [Chorus x2: Buddha Monk] We roll, in Brooklyn, it's Brooklyn We roll, in Brooklyn, now you know, it's Brooklyn Letras de canciones[Buddha Monk] I don't sleep, I take precaution in every gun pleasure Send about four-five slugs, through your iceberg sweater Ring the alarm, it's Jeffrey Dahm', when it's on My bullets are Hannibal'ist, eating through you animals And you can't hide, from this firey heat Where the rain is from sleet, they still got eternal sleep Look, man, this nigga here, done shit in his pants Tears in his eye, asking for a mercy on his life But not tonight, he knows too much, this kid's gotta die Leave a witness, kid, and you will get life I swore before my daddy, on this day that he died If it's beef on the streets, I'mma roll on it, right, nigga I roll [Chorus x2] [Outro: Buddha Monk] Know it nigga... From Letras Mania