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Circle Ten shots in my HK, spray and pray at your windpipe (Yeah) Flash, hook then flay, jump you and split your shit (Yeah) At your crib it's a mayday, pull up and spray yo' kids (Okay) Catch a prey, you an opp, spray, and we the opposite (Huh?) I won't shake no hands wit' you niggas (No) I don't need no molly to kill y'all (No) Ain't no more buddy-buddy, Godzilla (Huh?) Ain't no more buddy-buddy, Godzilla (Huh?) Say your boy be havin' guns, nigga, but run, nigga When that nigga pull his gun, nigga, what's up with ya? Say your boy be with the drug dealers, the plug niggas But be tellin' when the feds get ya, what's up with ya? (Okay) Sleezy! Why you niggas talkin' out ya rabbit ass mouth Got my black on black knife, get the back to back fire (Boom, boom) Still in the trap with a pack of crack (What?) In matter of half time, overdose and flatline (What?) Who you bitches talkin' to? Nigga, I slaughter you (Fuck outta here) 6-shot revolver shoot niggas, I'm honorable (Boom, boom) Death before the sun, lil' nigga, that's how I rule Turn your face into a BBQ, nigga, I'm tired of you (Boom, boom) Execute the style, murkin' niggas out (Sleezy!) I'm in the booth with a rifle now (Boom) Letras de cancionesYou in the house with a Bible now (Fuck outta here) What's the shit, you don't like me now? (Boom, boom) Kick your head into the curb, make you bite the ground Say your boy be havin' guns, nigga, but run, nigga When that nigga pull his gun, nigga, what's up with ya? Say your boy be with the drug dealers, the plug niggas But we tellin' when the feds get ya, what's up with ya? (Okay) From Letras Mania