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That's Italian. You want pump or auto? It's nickel-plated, snub-nosed, otherwise the same as the service revolver They're brand-new. We just got them in That'll stop anything that moves Just touch the trigger, the beam comes on and you put the red dot where you want the bullet to go. You can't miss That .38, it's a fine gun Look, I got shot in the helmet, and I ain't feel a thing Sold crack to my mama and I ain't feel ashamed You niggas talkin' like killers, but won't kill a thing Might go to the nigga show just to steal his chain I'll be the first one blammin' a shot It's like in Juice when Raheem gave the hammer to 'Pac Watch how I stand in the spot, put the grams in the pot Flip it twice, might take my bitch to Atlanta to shop Clips with 30 shots jammed in the Glocks Bricks from the cartel, naked ladies stamped in the blocks (Woo!) Ain't nothing 'bout me weak, nigga Wig shot, I left that spitter in the weak nigga (True story) I'm just here to get the safe from you If I don't get it then I'ma just take the bone out your face from you Them fuck niggas in the hood, they'll fake love you Next thing you know, they in your bushes tryna wait for you You got pussy in your heart, homie, I can't trust you (You pussy) You lose a part on your body when the K cut you (Woo!) I say "fuck you!" nigga Letras de cancionesI might drop you from the top of your projects, they'll have to scrape up you Big dutch and a dick suck what I wake up to Fifth tuck when the shit buck, it'll break up you, uh Griselda nigga, that's the set Clap the TECs, savages crash and rest Snatch the baby out the bassinet Yo! I'ma try this one more time We down up in here I want you to know- Look, I don't fuck with a nigga if we ain't been cool I ain't got shit for a nigga, but Mac 10 wounds I spit the illest shit, I vision it before I even pen them sentences I close my eyes and the pen move (Yeah) I see you niggas and your thin jewels Don't make me show up to your show with like 10 goons Light up the sour and inhale it twice A little savage, hit a nigga in his melon twice Shot up the scene on his pedal bike His trap hangin' 'round his neck, using the strings from his yellow Nikes Niggas went from sellin' weight to mailing kites I'm puttin' on so when they home, I can set 'em right (Free the homies) Who you playing with, homie? We ain't the same, you a lame Get the fuck up outta my lane (Pussy), you know the name You say you got guns, it ain't a thang I will aim, I keep Macs around me like Wayne, mothafucka You get your bread from the shop and still be talking fucking E. Coli I ain't playin', yo Yo, you wanna get fucked up, yo? Drive down to Arizona, get what I need First off, work out outside, come back inside Get you a little fever Then take you down to Arizona And hit my man Rico, he pullin' up on you with at least four to seven E. Coli's Take those- And then- Go to the fucking weekend From Letras Mania