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I get that gun, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe Fasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me The drama's gonna never end, never end Keep thinkin' I'm playin' I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me You call the cops and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me The drama's gonna never end, never end Keep thinkin' I'm playin' It's hard, yeah, it's hard, this that New York shit That black glove, wood grip, outline 'em and chalk shit I don't wanna talk, say a prayer for my enemies Droptop, ten shots, I'll make your ass a memory Time to ride, homicide, I'm down with it I'll wave that chopper, hit your whip and shake the ground with it Fuck with N dot Bonepart, get your ass blown apart Hip hop's Napoleon, you know war, you know me then I'll hunt you like a great dane Hit you, hit you like a freight train Run off with your fake chains I'll give you mothafuckas somethin' to believe in Knife work your lungs, I'll make it hard to breathe in Little shit could be a big enough reason You're dancin' with the wolves, fool, better feed them I feel for you, you ain't ready for the outcome Nigga I'll get at you all week with the same gun Letras de canciones I get that gun, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe Fasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me The drama's gonna never end, never end Keep thinkin' I'm playin' I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me You call the cops and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me The drama's gonna never end, never end Keep thinkin' I'm playin' Me I punch every nigga first I had a fight with Maybe it's genetics, mama made me like this Cocaine baby, problem child, half crazy Children of the Corn, I've been warned so long Big strap for robberies with my little 380 I'll make your little lady miscarry a baby You leave the scene unseen when I get to trippin' Pistol whip your head hard enough to blur your vision What up, comrade, salute, I pull rank, I got bank Just fucked up work, askin' if we'll use shanks Every clique I'm in my clique, nigga, I run shit I put in my own work, run, get who you gon' get This is how it feels when you squeeze a Smith & Wesson When talk is not an option, it's a form of expression You got to go to work on a nigga The red shit comin' through the shirt on a nigga My gift to a break deal? I get that gun, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe Fasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me The drama's gonna never end, never end Keep thinkin' I'm playin' I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me You call the cops and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me The drama's gonna never end, never end Keep thinkin' I'm playin' From Letras Mania