Murderin a collabo with Dschwab n Wordgames
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Lyrics
Coma tose, its over soldier, holds ya head to the phone//
Ten in the morn, sever ya bones, im send ya to heaven alone//
Pop the cap on the scope, squeeze, put a cap to ya dome//
Run n hide, ima find you, GPS, Joes blastin the chrome//
Fast wit the flow, often too fast, they cant keep up//
see you runnin the streets, im underground, beneath ya sneakers//
heathens from the streets of Cleveland, believe that im better then Pac//
never get cocky, but please believe, im eatin whatever you got//
Put a thousand shots to ya body, for ya glock ever gets cocked//
Ya heart stopped, im too quick, watch ticked, & never went tock//
Im lockin the stock, best on the block, chest cocked, I left em wit shots//
Coroner said its over, I got Death doc connectin the dots//
Better get hot, then again not, less ya wanna be dead in a box//
Death of a thousand cuts, red from ya head, neck down to ya socks//
Ima squeeze ya head slowly homie, till its ready to pop//
deadly wit shots, ready to jot, ready to rock if you ready or not//
