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Cap Or Die I was nineteen, momma said I wasn't doing the right thing Tote that FN like it's [?] You know we don't do no fighting Knife on a chopper and we slicing, yeah And come get this bitch that your wifing When she suck me up this bitch was trifling, yeah I'm in LA more than I like it, but I'm from Chiraq, I ball like I'm Mike then, yeah I just spent a light ting, lil' bitch she lightskin Take a [?] and told that lil' bitch, book a flight then And she say she like twins, when I make [?] Steady talking about her ex, I say "I'm nothing like him" Niggas out here hating, I ain't nothing like them Jumped in the water head first, that's a light swim FN touch his head, that's a light trim One phone call then he dead, sniper snipe him Been through so much pain that a nigga numb We just spent 10k on guns, we ain't pulling out one We was running wild, used to do this shit for fun You can't stand around if you ain't tryna tote no guns I was nineteen, momma said I wasn't doing the right thing Tote that FN like it's [?] You know we don't do no fighting Letras de cancionesKnife on a chopper and we slicing, yeah And come get this bitch that your wifing When she suck me up this bitch was trifling, yeah I'm in LA more than like it, but I'm from Chiraq, I ball like I'm Mike then, yeah Jewellery box looks like motherfucking light then Hurt a nigga literally, the bitch is biting Hit up Saks cop shoes from Italy, I spent a light ten Cash you dream of saving literally I mix the Sprite in Did this shit my way, I'm far from average See that shit attacking, I'm a sack savage Roll up with that bag, I got back spasms Then I'm back spazzing, still on my mouth magics And I'm out here in Chiraq, it's still [?] Got a .40 Glock filled with that heat to kill you mind, we left off a ladder, still in traffic Pull up "blap" everybody scatter, go through his sack, fill up his platter We ain't really with that chitter chatter, wait, yeah it don't matter I ain't ever been to college, I ain't no fratter, but I'm a Cappa And I was driving, Cap was my clapper, bitch I'm a real Cappa And all that talk out your mouth about "Cap pull up", how that feel yapper? Used to tripping for real, now I'm a real rapper Might just go on one more hit and I'm gon' chill after 'Cause niggas do a lot of hoe shit and I don't know how I feel about it Every single thing I got tatted on me, pussy, you'll get killed about it And the reason they jacking my style, they love me 'cause everything real about it, bitch Wop you know what's going on I know I fuck with it, you with it, we get to that rápido We riding with two, three of them bitches But we can't be sloppy though Late night I know you might still slide on em [?] Make the opps fall like dominoes, 47 then vamonos Fuck nigga I ain't with none of those Never could I, I'm not one of those Head held high like I'm one of the most Filled out the hood, give em five hundred more Everbody looking at me let's go Whole gang depending on me, for sure From Letras Mania