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Pistols Blazin

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Ha, ha Eh, eh, eh, eh Get out my face check it Mobb shit bitch Lynch Mobb mane Eh, eh The Lu-Lun-iz 3 Times Me Ager Man Bart Let me turn up the heat man Dig it the MOB baby I'm so hurt! Fa sheezy Fa sheez I fold the cash then I Hit away Jus' a thug fo' the money, no love Hit 'em up wit' the blast Put him in a bag, an wrap him up It's all business So when the picture come bouncin' off yo head Don't take it personal Money makin' needs no rehearsin' No nigga Will come wit' disrespect an leave wit' they head on they shoulders Mobb Killaz connected from block to block Re-cock the Glock Reset the dot Heatas Beamers Repeat from Turf achievers We take action verses talk is cheap You gonna believe us Time to floss wit' me Cut off the weak You won't deceive us Let us merchandise an murderise Any an all Many will fall It's jus' an OG call Made from the B When I step up, I bet ya Mr Sick is gonna get to creep I gets to blastin' ass Dip they bodies in the bag I hope I Get to lastin' in this game of cash It's paraphernalia Not paranoid You fuckin' wit' a pair of boys That'll pump yo body full of lead An watch it swell up like we got no conscience 'Cause it ain't no spraya like the one I got Claimin you juss a playa' but the fakas I sock Surround yo weave head Fuckin' wit' the weave head Get left wit' p head I bet ya violent click Talkin' all that lip When you was wit' my click an get shit Head split an ass kicked in Chin shattered An nobody could recognize you when they found ya An they still don't know who downed ya This shit is deeper than you think Wit' a straight face Lay down an come up off them cavy case Slow down Better pump yo brakes Don't know my click from a can of paint These niggas won't last When I Buck one in that ass An hit the gate I seen two more escape It ain't no room for no non-ass soldier niggas An it's amazin how the heat bring out the ho in niggas When pistols blazin' It ain't no room for no non-ass soldier niggas An it's amazin how the heat bring out the ho in niggas When pistols blazin' Cashin 'em Like fresh over fresh I'm in the Benz Massagin a bitches my rivalry Rushed out to get some ends Build the twins Nigga I love them bitch half Benz Strugglin off that gin Hoes at the bus stop wanna get in But they Foot soliders Not swangin like a Nova Plus them niggas ain't tight To make a right an pull my 600 over Juss as I left I looked to the corner of my eye That it's them same niggas that bucked at me But it wasn't my time to die Ah pull out my thang Hit 'em in the back Whatever remained So the bitch stay out my business an let the Benzo skirt An swang Yellin' Mobb, clouded wit' Age For the nigga I said "I didn't love yo punk ass An plus I'm tired of the pain" Like Cameo this shit is strange A nigga doin' a dude To get his whole neck an head rearranged Mobb members, make niggas think about what they doin' Watch what you pursuin Fuck around an get yo whole career ruined It ain't no room for no non-ass soldier niggas An it's amazin how the heat bring out the ho in niggas When pistols blazin' Listen, uh Little boys an girls listen to me It is I that you see Gettin' high niggas be Gettin' by on these streets Do or die on these streets Hit 'em high meet defeat Wit' 'em tied across the feet Niggas lie beneath the creek Many try but don't eat Much food Unless I run wit' a fool that picks me up in a Lex Fuck school! Let's jet Live an direct The Yay Area, they carry a 4-5 an a Tech When they bury ya they pissin' on the side of you grave No witnesses but a buckshot from inside of the gage An niggas be gettin' pepper sprayed up Handcuffed an made to lay down


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