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Featuring Smif-N-Wessun & Flatbush ZOMBiES Wolves out, baby My barrel lean like therazine Dream like raven king, cream like Medaheem Cartel spark, well yard in the mezzanine Swimming at the shark boll, Shark boll – guillotine Hundred on the dark boards, go up on the big machine Blowin at your entourage, whole squad been verines Camouflage dons spits hella steam Prophesize, we monopolize Gotta get the green Packs in my nap sack, roll up a swisha sweet Light a spliff, life’s a bitch, freakin off with the team All the shit I seen probably, probably should be dead now Fuckin ZOMBiES smoke the bombast weed to the head now It’s the semi-auto blowin through yo audio My niggas pressure you and leave you in the pause mode No movements, this reality music The gun law is – if you got one you better use it Bangin B convo, see yo way out Before D jump over E and F U up like a G Letras de cancionesSo play silly, fill a 9 millie Actin you bout this life, be for really Face fightin, wanna stay up, yall niggas kill me Everything, 215, it’s Gucci Philly It’s Louie loaf with the smoke to be exact Camouflage Dons, ZOMBiES, Statik Selekt Is it’s 10 shots, we blowin off limbs No suplems, don’t get it twisted, we not them It’s a new wave, NWA Trick it how you want it and it’s all I gotta say The fame don’t change me, I still won’t fuck with you niggas I still be on the streets, I still scream fuck religion I ain’t scared of beef, come beak and put on a skilly To biggest, to non-existance so fuck with my competition hoe, hold up Both heads in competition Your mortal visions, sacrilegious, spittin vivid pictures Smoking with the same niggas, Montana flow Wired into white cope that shot that kid on my block I’m from a place where if we want it we take it Gold teeth, two phones, driving in the basement Two freaks, one me, it’s threesomes in the AM Takeaway for curve shit, four blunts in one bag Bodies in the basement, homicide cases Prophesizing about multiplyin, part like we acres Hater you ain’t on like the Lakers I know I’m wrong but we done for, got the same shit Smif-N-Wessun, one bullet, you’ll pick 3rd leg, I be putting in your back Rhyme like life after death, had a full disc Rhyme like all eyes on me, times full of shit Glock blaze, cheap pins, smoking at the ball game Sky bucks, up top only when the Knicks play Smif-N-Wessun fine and OG in the swift blade Before you cross a day, motherfucker look both ways Motherfucker look both ways (both ways) Motherfucker look both ways Camouflage Dons Camouflage Dons From Letras Mania