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If foes try to jack I'ma blast three Run the fourth nigga over with the caddy Had he not known about the Mac Daddy Slug happy that's born to die Ask why You niggas be out there thinkin' you can't ever be touched on Close your eyes and click your Filas and I'm gon' send you home On a one-way mission to CP Bannon My cannon is made for killin' Nigga caught up in this mob shit and this drug dealin' I'm tellin' my momma don't want to be no statistic But realistically I've got my enemies scared shit-less All of my homies is killas Surrounded daily by the real niggas With finger-trigs you dig? We big Nigga duck if you want to live Cause it ain't no name on them bullets Murderers be dishin' You wishin' you never got caught up in my gun play You shoulda listened Now it's too late ain't no turnin back Nigga you done started this I told you once before my trigger gots no heart at this Now shall I proceed to blow your head up off your spinal cord Cause niggas that fuck around with my click is gonna come up short Them come up short in the ghetto them die where them lay Letras de cancionesThis is how we live and die up in the Bay Remember the real niggas down for the killin' And ain't no remorse for you suckas Ruckus is caused when the chrome is exposed To you niggas, leaving your body froze Your flesh is freezin you wheezin' Paramedics can't stop the bleedin' You seein' your life before your eyes You hate you leavin' Shoulda thought before you pulled the trigger That's the bitch in you Recognize realize that all our trigger fingers itchy too See we on some old mob shit Everybody guilty of somethin' That's why when one dumpin', we all pumpin' Tryin' to kill us somethin' Vacate the facilities when we bailin up in yo' shit Cause the pistol grips Make bigger holes then them fuckin' hollow tips You fuckin' with a soldier Ain't nobody told ya You funki'n with niggas that's known for killin' niggas Over and over this is my gun play Cops ain't nothin' but the Klan undercover From Letras Mania