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(feat. 0-1, Black Child, Caddillac Tah, Charli B., D.O.) [Ronnie Bumps] Alright...get your motherfuckin guns up (Throw them guns up) Fuck that (And my motherfuckin two) This is hows it going down this is how it's goin motherfuckin big We still don't give a fuck (You know) For life (You know) For death (You know) A knife will your frame or (I gotta gun) What the fuck you think the things for (shed blood) Man I keep it gang when I it's time to give it Understand we run bank who colidin wit us? I'm knee deep in the game, plannin the block in the rain Tell your mom dog ain't shit gon change The world don't trust us, one whore gutters POV City hustlas, Ya gun motherfuckers [D.O.] Hit the gun away bumps man I got these niggaz Tell Caddillac to chill I'm about to rock these niggaz Got your game sharp man cuz you watchin niggaz Now I'm back on top, can't stop me niggaz It's hard like life, man dog I'm holdin the dice I'm ain't trying to poke your wife, man I'm gunnin for ice When you see me on the streets pray for your life Letras de cancionesIt's murder motherfucker now your payin the price [Merc] Yo, yo, yo Get it right cuz we ain't the type for all the bullshit Nigga front give him the full clip I back down your whole strip, Let off six Get low re-load quick Stand up and fire again Never test Merc You could be a foe or a friend We don't give a fuck if it ain't murder you can get it Ya nigga young, doorag under the finit And I'm labeled as a problem for all y'all niggaz [Jody Mack] Yo, yo, yo, yo Who y'all know who to come to when twenty three shoe slow The gangsta Mack I kill dudes fo-sho I ain't the game nigga, I be poppin them thangs At anyone of y'all niggaz who think we locked in this game Ya motherfuckers must be ready to die Fuckin wit the murderous I Knowin that the murder was right (So la la la) who wanna get at me nigga (Who am I?) Ten Mack I clap you nigga [Rah] Yeah, yeah, yeah It was bad enough that I live a thug life, shit I had ta crush it up and throw it in bags and pitch Night in and night out, now I'm a clear it out When I spit outta my mouth, niggaz know what I'm about It's no lookin back, tryin to get out of time to stack Workin and puttin it in and waitin to get it back Bloods thick and when money comes that's real phat In tens and thin and a bitch then look at that [0-1] Who am I, 0-1 livin the time Befo the time I be pushin the five So ya niggaz better (Get it riiiight) Or get it real fucked up 20 or some odd shots flyin threw your truck What the deal, wanna know how I feel right now? Ready to kill motherfuckers and lay niggaz down Fuckin wit niggaz that's clown, fuckin wit niggaz that's wild Be lost, can't be found Be found somewhere drowned, motherfuckers [Charli Baltimore] Knock knock who is it? The fuckin esquisit Chuck spit for my bitches on federal visits With the weed that cop smugglin Baby daddies are not jugglin Cases, time faces Twenty five bitch ride and bitch lie Cuz real chicks do their bid to wit kids to And that's murda for real Bitch thug me, hood niggaz lovin me Gangsta ass touchin me, Chuck [Caddillac Tah] Yo, yo Whenever 'llac hotwire the 'lac Niggaz better get the fire and get the runnin When the fifth spit gunnin, I'm leavin em numb and shit Now he can't feel his legs, fifteen minutes away from death Let us pray I've been cut, remied up In the box, the porshe On the eighteen they ain't thugs but I keep em clean And dope fiends, off the nine and a half board off they leanin Whoever think shit don't stink I leave em stinkin Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder [Black Child] What, yeah, yeah, nigga And we don't bang and ball We burry the bubble and buy another one tommorow Die motherfucker a head full of hollo's Close your casket, them basterd in those apollo's Wanna lock us up, stop our rush Pop the clutch, split a nigga back like a dutch That's what's up Nigga, we still don't give a fuck [echoes out] From Letras Mania