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I’m another breed my seed is the way of the gun Break it down one is all, all is one L-O-X Yeah it’s the trinity nigga you feel the energy Break it down, break it down Living off experience nigga you can’t test us Imma watch your eyes and all of your hand gestures Smoke and get high and channel my ancestors Heading out of town in the burgundy tan Tesla Lower in the Ralph shirt blow it to the outskirts Kill everything my emergency plan is messed up 11 9’s in the 911 Your 7, 6 shoties in the six series You get it, with a grenade in my coat And a bomb in my crib I stay calm if the shits litty Yeah, it’s the trinity nigga you feeling energy Chef in Hell’s kitchen Sin City is my vicinity Automatic, semi automatic or revolver on the ankle with a shottie in the trunk for the enemies Keep em close to you Told my niggas if I die don’t cry I swear to god I would leave my ghost to you I’m another breed my seed is the way of the gun Break it down one is all, all is one L-O-X Yeah it’s the trinity nigga you feel the energy Break it down, break it down Letras de canciones Homicide let his momma know, her boys a rap He wouldn’t listen tried to warn him them niggas would clap He hard headed now them hollow tips shells embedded I seen him laying there I told paramedics forget it I’m another breed my seed is the way of the gun My whole lifestyle is fast I’m formula one I freestyle with Big I even did songs with Pun I got rich, overall my career’s been fun But whoa, even though I’m spitting find ways to hate this You can’t copy my autopsy it’ll show greatness I’m a legend in this fucking game Especially now all these rapper niggas sound the same Whip this, cook up that I’m in the trap Nigga please you never even touch the crack Little Usess we put Yonkers on the Map D Block, L-O-X your boys is back I’m another breed my seed is the way of the gun Break it down one is all, all is one L-O-X Yeah it’s the trinity nigga you feel the energy Break it down, break it down Yo! Less baseheads coke prices is getting higher That stash you had, the sneaker boxes is getting lighter These little niggas is shooting shit, but he a fighter Good cat, he need to learn how to be a tiger Tray tables the seats up for the deasent Street shit, we blue print for the cement If they see me after the flight I chuck em the deuces I’m in the villa high up with double masseuses P put me in the game we bubbling juices More money less fame the trouble is useless Yea, if you can make it you could stack it Come in your crib and smell the bodega on my jacket Advance technology, laser on the racket When I hit my number I ain't playing with this rap shit The strongest son, longest run Break it down one is all, all is one L-O-X From Letras Mania