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I'm A Burgla
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a crime story junt, heavily inspired by 3 6 mafia, project pat and etc...
hiphop rap good mood chief chief squanto squanto
I try to b versatile mang u kno wat im sayin. I just b listenin to beats, and I write what I personally feels best, u feel me. like i pick a theme dat fit da be
im just some dude dat b writin in ma free time u feel me and recordin it when a playa can
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Peak #3,309
Peak in subgenre #1,660
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Chief Squanto
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September 13, 2009
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MP3 3.8 MB 128 kbps 4:11
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listenin to lots of project pat and 3 6 mang norf norf
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Me and the boys, playin a game of cards, plottin up a stunt Money low, mad as ****, tryna get our money up Then we remember mane, it was just the other day Them boys from the other way, wanna purchase yay So we hit em up, said where to meet us when the sun ain't up They pulled up in a truck, then I hollered, ayo mane wassup Asked me where's the stuff, so I said, it's right here in the trunk My boy in the trunk, with the pump, he ready to pump Hopped out trunk, they froze up, like a picture from a camera We grabbed the bags of cash, then he blast, left one in a slump Now he on the flo', leakin, bleedin, on the pavement Beggin' us to let him go, pleadin, may as well be savin it That's the way it goes, cause out here we be heartless Could be young, could be old, anyone is gon' be targeted If ya havin' what we want, then, we gon' empty cartridges And we want it all, from ya wallet to the ****in lint Chorus I'm a burgler, all I want is cheese, I'm a burgler Gimme what I need, cuz I'm aimin' for the jugular first I get the cash, then I leave ya stiff like furniture Shove the 9 down ya throat, inhale bullets like some smoke (x2) We 13, maybe 14 deep, scopin' out the scenery Lookin' fo a chump to beat, while smokin' on some greenery Spotted me a punk so, the gun I tote, I rose it up My boys lookin out, makin sho' police ain't rollin up Said I want ya powder, ya pills, green, and all ya dope And I'll let it smoke, if I go in ya pockets and ya broke Don't go tryin' nuthin, unless you wanna get cut like coke If you try runnin, you ain't gon' be havin legs no mo' Gon' cut ya vocal chords, if ya even thinkin of makin' noise Won't even think twice, befo' makin ma gun smoke like a joint Emptied out his pockets, wallet empty, emptied out the semi Life worth less than a penny, to me, wrong if u think we letting You free, leavin you deceased, made you r.i.p. Rest in pieces, left him on the ground, time to d-i-p Police, heard us fire rounds, sped off in the jeep That's the way it be goin down, out here in these streets Chorus Goin' thru my stash, semi's, auto's, all kinds of guns Strapped up with the AK-47, that's my favorite one Found out where dis boy lives, he was bein mean to me Put up a fight and got away, when I tried to take his jewelry Nah, I ain't no doctor, but I'm gon perform some surgery Start choppin wit my choppa, yea, gon remove some arteries Ain't worried bout the consequence, motha**** the witnesses Put a mask on, ran in mane, did the **** Heard some police sirens, I'm surrounded, by the boys in blue Out a window, started firin, they ducked down, but I took out two Kept sprayin, ran out of choppa rounds, bout to lose my cool Checked the back, window, peered through, saw they were there too They saw me at window, fired bullets at my throat That's the way it goes, when you live the life I chose Bullet, hit my jaw, now I'm laid out on the flo' Blood runnin down my clothes, knockin on the devils do' Chorus
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