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(feat. C-Murder, Fiend, Mr. Serv-On, Silkk) [Silkk] Huh, what! These niggas have got me so and so. Shit they can't get out of. Man, shit. Picture I got my niggas Gambinos. Serv-On, Fiend. The whole No Limit niggas behind me. This ain't about no rappin no more. Fuck that. Why yall wanna start with us? Fuck a rap, fuck a rhyme nigga, fuck a dollar. I gots to get a nigga now. This ain't no motherfuckin threat. This some real shit bitch. I'm military minded, motherfuckin livin the life of a soldier I gots to eat, now picture streets keep a nigga like me rollin So yall done fuck with my dollars now I gotta take off my suit and my tie Bitch every nigga that fuck with my click, automatically them niggas goin have to die They done fuck with my dogs and I gotta break jaws like I break laws Got them niggas all fucked up havin them have to sip through a straw Walk up to his casket nigga laughing, put a slug up in his jacket Letras de cancionesTell him if I ever see him again even if it's hell, I think about it started blasting Oh they don't know, but I bet they goin know now When I get to bust niggas duck, ????????? The rubbers still there, then they confined to a wheelchair Is he asleep, wakin him up, remember me I go to war [C-Murder] I make em bleed nigga Nigga what nigga Make em bleed nigga Nigga what Watch my enemies bleed nigga Make em bleed nigga Make my enemies bleed Watch em bleed nigga What nigga what Make em bleed nigga Hm, watch my enemies bleed nigga Watch em bleed [Fiend] ??????, womp womp Them bullets that ricochet have them niggas chomp chomp And that goes for anybody that wanna do sumpn sumpn Aint no almost dyin for nothing No lying or bluffin boy, I'm high and I'm dumpin niggas Soldiers prepare for war and rest in peace ??????, so run up the streets Showin up for heat, makin it hot until it burns Steady combat for sure it better to learn Capital F-I E-N last letter D Aint no nigga out here goin up and wetter me Fiend, Silkk The Shocker, Gambinos and Mr. Serv Smokin away our nerves, compressions and by the bird You ain't heard, on the one seven them niggas do dirt And I bet my serve occur yall felt my every word When I observe love to see you coppers solve me Remember I see murder before murder done saw me [Mr. Serv-On] Now motherfucker ask yourself, do you want your motherfuckin life to be fair I didn't think so, when I close my eyes and crush my tank You better pray to your favorite saint that I'm shooting blanks Sorry for you, that ain't possible Cause when Pheno get Gotti to go to war to be between us nigga, it aint droppable If it's possible before the trip Let me split your chest so I can feel the stress you feel when you look me eye to eye Surprise, everybody around me tonight without a tank dies Until you cowards realize my military intellect Engraved to me like a dead nigga name on a bitch neck Select one more three and you get a nigga like me The S to the E to the R to the V Believe in this war shit you better believe that bitch Get against the war I'm do or die, battle ready Always holding this motherfucking tank steady [C-Murder] Nigga I make em bleed nigga Nigga nigga what Make em bleed nigga Huh, I make my enemies bleed nigga Nigga make em bleed nigga Make em bleed Make em bleed [Pheno] Deliver me father from this war all my enemies wicked devils with shovels Wanna destroy me over jealousy Losing my faith, my every step I see a stumble So much envy from niggas who hold they nuts wishing I crumble When they start some hell Try to escape the shadow of my death Know that it's coming for me could be my last final breath How long will it last Till my fortyfive is empty Got no mercy for niggas I'm innocent till proven guilty Who the fuck niggas takin us for Better be ready for war Cause I'm clutching uzi machines to blow up your car (BOOM!!!) [Gotti] Let the tables turn nigga, deadly bullets burn When will you bitch niggas learn you got to earn your stripes Nigga my life aint right It's quite bland living on the streets, I'm playin for keeps I never let you bitch made niggas worry me I got a team of young breeders catch us killing machines Quick to run up your dreams With fully automatic mini fourteens by any means We bloodin up your scene, talkin bout beef I take this war shit deep, ready to die For what I believe is mine, see the money in my eye Goin squeeze the four five and I'm blastin till my last day Label me a thug breeder till my grave [C-Murder] I make em bleed nigga What what what Make em bleed nigga Nigga what I make my enemies bleed Nigga what Make em bleed nigga My enemies goin bleed I make em bleed nigga Nigga what nigga what Make em bleed nigga I watch my enemies bleed nigga Huh, watch em bleed My enemies goin bleed From Letras Mania