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Fuck these niggas Yo, take the trash out, take the mask out Take the gloves out, fuck it, take the snubs out Niggas act crazy and we kill 'em Son, they gotta pay the funeral home bill, we'll bill 'em Take the trash out, take the mask out Take the gloves out, fuck it, take the snubs out Niggas act crazy and we kill 'em Son, they gotta pay the funeral home bill, we'll bill 'em Fuck these bitch niggas, some gotta die, it's all basic One shot'll take a man out, it's not wasted Niggas act crazy, and niggas gotta go Shoot 'em in the face, leaves 'em six feet below I'm all about peace, I go to war to keep my peace Why the fuck you think I keep my piece Don't ever take kindness for weakness This MAC-10'll show you just how cold the streets is Fuck a red, catch a holo-tip heart attack Let the chrome turn you right into an artifact Fake use to make snake moves and move cowardly Now you got your life taken by reality Take the trash out, take the mask out Take the gloves out, fuck it, take the snubs out Letras de cancionesNiggas act crazy and we kill 'em Son, they gotta pay the funeral home bill, we'll bill 'em Play the shadows like Bartolome Moya If I kill, case closed, no need for a lawyer I look in your eyes and see lavender I don't give a fuck about the depth of a scavenger Kill 'em, leave they head slumped on the wheel Throw some work in the car and make it look like a deal Cameras make it harder to kill So when you pointin' your steel make sure you guardin' your grill Uh, fuck 'em, buck 'em, buck 'em, send 'em home Shoot these niggas up and lay 'em down with the chrome And they say life's priceless, but your life's worthless This nigga gotta go big, go home with the surface I'll kill 'em Take the trash out, take the mask out Take the gloves out, fuck it, take the snubs out Niggas act crazy and we kill 'em Son, they gotta pay the funeral home bill, we'll bill 'em 18,000 count cotton, you soft Niggas be actin' mad live 'til they got knocked off Uh, takes a rifle to stop your life cycle Death isn't jail, your friends cannot write you Ain't no fuckin' tellin' what the guns do Plus you know my niggas study Sun Tzu I'll leave you with your jewels and your dome But take your Jordans off so we can put a tag on your toe, bitch Take the trash out, take the mask out Take the gloves out, fuck it, take the snubs out Niggas act crazy and we kill 'em Son, they gotta pay the funeral home bill, we'll bill 'em From Letras Mania