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All in the surf, feel the boss over here We get on a nigga noggin like it's over here Shoot a gang many when they go in Fitted by the hood guns what you wanna throw in here Type of shit that's mandatory when you in the life Last night I did some shit that would get you life Yeah you gotta remind me that I ain't living right I'm up a couple pans they ain't tryina get it right Sending kites to the killers they know it's love Suckers tryina kill me 'cause they know warrup We slit into they residence and tore them up I ain't want your baby mama she ain't hoe enough Going buddy shit is in my veins boy You ain't got a body can't hang boy Going buddy shit is in my veins boy If you ain't got a body can't hang boy Genocide, suicide, homicide That's where I'm from All in my cup, cookie in my blunt, 50 in my trunk You don't have to gimme a reason To get at you with this dirty gun Yeah, on collision with the bullet For me nigga that's a hit & run, That's a hit & run, that's a hit & run Letras de cancionesThat's a hit & run, that's a hit & run That's a hit & run, that's a hit & run That's a hit & run, that's a hit & run That's a hit & run, that's a hit & run That's a hit & run, that's a hit & run That's a hit & run, that's a hit & run That's a hit & run, that's a hit & run Alright, okay, that dirty gun to the home They be slit the blame In a 45 9 sales have a nigga bleed Got niggas fleeing, they throwing live there And you can't go upon my mission to be black scared They say haters been talking Slim what's he talking bout? Shit, a little this, a little that Man she peace be that That's why it's cocktails in your house Man we gonn' figure it out And we's the ones the west shit blood wing feeling no drive Close caskets for you snitches, I got them in the mouth And don't be on that sad trip if you don't know these props Now there's ??? carry it out Mozzy being with this line that's what my nigga's bout Homie ain't got shit on but he first to go Now it's hela black dresses and the front row What that mean? He had to go What that mean? He had to go Genocide, suicide, homicide That's where I'm from All in my cup, cookie in my blunt, 50 in my trunk You don't have to gimme a reason To get at you with this dirty gun Yeah, on collision with the bullet For me nigga that's a hit & run, That's a hit & run, that's a hit & run That's a hit & run, that's a hit & run That's a hit & run, that's a hit & run That's a hit & run, that's a hit & run That's a hit & run, that's a hit & run That's a hit & run, that's a hit & run That's a hit & run, that's a hit & run That's a hit & run, that's a hit & run Free my shooter Connor, he be home soon We get back to pushing hero packs in a balloon I bet it all on lil' toon, nigga 'Cause real niggas never come fake And real killers never make a mistake No innocent boss standards here where we survive Plus she was so hard, never call your mama guard Niggas dying ain't got money for a funeral For this beef I just bake it like a casserole My new shooter only 15 years old He catch a body for manslaughter, that's 6 years He be right back on the block with his peers No fear in the land of the homicide And fuck them niggas ain't no love for the other side No fear in the land of the homicide And fuck them niggas ain't no love for the other side Stop! From Letras Mania