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Tick tick boom I’ll see u bustaz soon in hell
Feelin shell shocked now its too hot to feel well
U tricks burn when u hear my tracks
Rest in ashes now u nothing but a cremated bastard
Blazed and looking toasted now I roast motherfuckaz that hate
Feel the pain n leave u punks in the gutter slain
Too ashamed to back up that constant shit talking
Now so many tricks droppin in the casket rockin
6 feet deep these bitches wont see me sleep
And these enemies flee when its time for heat
No 2nd chances in this shit
Don’t look shocked
Now recognize when its time to flop
Gotta regulate the phonys cuz they done me wrong
Now its on I got these homies that be down to pop
Give em props now all these tricks be on the lock
Call the cops cuz we motherfuckerz on the pot
HOOK
Fuck these punks they aint down 4 the funk
And when they ass get strucked they hit the trunk
Rollin with a leash strapped to ur neck
Play the roll of a lil homie looking like a pet
U motherfuckin bitch quit with this shit
Follow the shady leader trick ass or wind up in a ditch
These punks handle conflicts too weak
Learn to preach keep ur mouth shut or get beat
Catch me with my homies on the street
Fleein the scene
cuz they burn when they learn we hittin weed
And everytime we meet I see the look in ur eyes
Visualize u on ur knees u aint ready to die
Its got me wondering why u gotta act so tough
There aint no luv 4 these tricks they aint down 4 the funk
Don’t bother motherfucka u don’t know my level
I rock these beats best like im possessed by the devil
Don’t fuck around this shit’s as real as it got
I empty clips on these bitches with the songs that I drop
We all flee at the scene of a crime
No time to hide I see the police right behind me
Cant get caught or we all be dead meat
I got no record so the 5-0’s never met me
Im smoking weed now catch me all budded up
Don’t give a fuck test ur luck when I bust
They shut the fuck up when seen face to face
Fuck ur taste we murder motherfuckaz when we regulate
This aint no game I stab u bustaz with my tracks
They strap a gat but hesitate to blast when I rap
Call the cops my homies bought me an airglock
Get popped in the chest now who’s the best on the block
Looking shocked now u bitches quit with the shit talk
Who’s hard now u tricks bow when I call the shots
I got the nicotine and the weed in me
No time to stop I bring it daily for these shady enemies
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