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(Players) (Don't-don't-don't) (Pla-players, players) (It's a smash) (You did good, $lick) Slicky the $loth, North East Bloc Ahh, you dig? You can take me out the North, but can't take the North up outta me Type of motherfucker that they used to give lobotomies Neurologically, I'm too dead to give apologies Made this shit from nothin', bitch, I piss on your astrology Who the fuck brought this ho and why she talking 'bout astrology? (Yeah, oh, this ho must want me to tweak out) Huh, talk to the dead, eyes rollin', tweakin' up off that woo-woo I got killers with no guns, they just fluent in voodoo Masked up, paint their faces, turn your hood to Zulu Akudia off that mudo, I semi that rah on sudo I'm up at the shootout with a Prezzi, feel like Tеddy Roosevelt Swallowin' pills, yeah, I been livin' likе I can't wait to go to Hell Where the competition? Uh-huh, that's what I thought, now listen Just shoot, don't care who I'm hittin' Fuckin' right, I'm fucked up, probably as bad as our shippin' Just wanna see 'em bleed, disease the industry Letras de cancionesThey gon' see the end before they see the end of me Woah, hahahaha Hoppin' out the fuckin' porch, I stepped into a crime scene St. Bernard Boulevard, all the shit I've seen, I need some Visine Created a fuckin' nightmare while pursuin' all of my dreams Hidin' from the high beams, in the shadows lackin' glycine Trappin' out the shotgun, paranoia's not fun Pace around my house at night strapped, I'm ready for problems Oh, you got one? Ain't never seen you step up Caught you sobbin' till the snot runs, oh no, bitch, I am not done Gators lurkin', caught one of them, though, and made a Birkin Haters smirkin', caught one of them hoes, and later flames were burnin' I hook 'em like I'm made of verses, plague returnin' curses To the wicked ones who slayed the virgins, I'mma make mistakes on purpose Uh, ten years and runnin' Uh, ten years and gunnin' Grind *59 'til their faces turn grey Black and white lights hypnotize the hive mind into slaves Fuckin' with that Grey *59, should know that you gon' die with me Die with me, die with me, know that you gon' die with me Fuckin' with that straight *59, should know that you gon' die with me Die with me, die with me, know that you gon' die with me Fuckin' with that straight *59, should know that you gon' die with me Die with me, die with me, know that you gon' die with me From Letras Mania