by: TM the General...get in contact with me at tamborineman321@yahoo.com
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Lyrics
Z always talking bout picthin cane dumb slugs flip ya range//
Buck off for every time this fake gangsta switched his name//
Bitch you lame and TM busts slugs that’ll spray far//
Give up on ya dreams…junior’ll never be a J.R.//
Tryin to scare the best wit ya fake bars pussy you nothin//
If you tough then why you aint call me out….end of discussion//
Eye’s are the window to his soul//
Cap ya mini-blinds wit the mini nine till you and windu got a hole//
WHOAAA…sayin you gone clap man I doubt ya triggas//
The tek spit, you breathless…like you around constrictors//
Sound the Richter I’m bout to flip ya//
I mean how long should I let this white dude keep shoutin nigga//
When it comes to beef I tear a pin like Maryland//
Fuck the peace I’m up and unleashed like Ciara’s man//
Shots through ya caravan...re-load and spit it//
Cuz I’ll put G’s on ya head like a Georgia fitted//
When the chrome toy spit…it’s liftin homeboy’s lid//
Cuz I’ll put the strap to you quicker than ya homeboy did//
And yall know both ya idols is on my side despite fakes//
Spoken got wit C.D. and King Bhob don’t even like mase//
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