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Til My Casket Drops

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Mo' murder, mo' murder A body fulla tack 2's, battlescars from bullet wounds New clothes, diamond medallions from paid dues Niggas that ride til they rue with the attitude of 'fuck the world' from tryin to kill us everytime we move You're perpetratin to be a killer but I know you're fakers Them jealous cowards killed my nigga 2PAC in Vegas Vague kind of bullets fired, we're ready to die with open eyes I be the last man standin when the smoke dies This world's infested with haters, wannabe players Player hatin a real player cos he's livin major No disrespect to you redneck blood-suckin pigs If a nigga die, just give my cash to my wife and kids But what you thought makes the world go round I got an ese in the East Bay ballin a hundred pounds Push a 600 rag drop E-12 Dump a 100-round clip in ya, ask about my mail [Chorus:] I try to keep my focus, on survivin and money Can't let them niggas smoke us, before we unload them talons Traumatise and hope this is how we leave em when they hit us With the guts to die, pullin the trigger til my casket drops [repeat] Them player haters wanna blast me up like they did 'Pac But I don't give a fuck I'm a ride til my casket drop It don't stop until you sucker niggas drippin jelly Pumpin slugs into you motherfuckin pig's belly I'm full of indica weed laced with heroin Call it Kryptonite-on the dead, I'ma risk tonight Blast the first motherfucker


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