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[Hook]Mash for cash, trying to overload the stashBoy your gun gon let your mouth, overload your assNow fuck a ski mask, bare faced and we blastWe hit your cuts light it up, then we dashDon`t let your mouth, overload your assGet smashed write a check, that your ass cashDon`t let your mouth, overload your assGet smashed write a check, that your ass can`t cash[E.S.G.]Now Lord help this G, the ten commandments I done broke oneWent out my way with a AK, had to smoke oneWe tote guns, E.S.G. got plentyYou got beef that`s weak, you best to leave it at Wendy`sEndo and henny, got my brain set confusedTear drop tattoo, bout to get some blood on my shoesBut fool you lose, trying to play that punky Suge Knight shitYou get your hoe ass kicked, or hit with a sixty round clipBetter close hem loose lips, or get smacked like a hoeNiggaz accurate, cause E heart ain`t black no mo`It`s Wreckshop motherfucker, so keep that plexNow fuck a vest, gattling gun and tear a hole in your chestA bloody mess what`s next, you won`t see me no mo`SKS with a scope, when you see E ooohCause hoes you know and I know, can`t nan nigga take mineWant some good advice, better get your ass back across that state line[Hook][D-Gotti]Lord forgive me, I done seen had to take a man`s lifeAnother victim of genocide, I`m talking black on black crimeWonder formaldehyde, 14 young when I did itMost niggaz scream killa, but D-Gotti he live itI admit it I was wrong, but life goes onHead stone under my belt, gotta deal with it till I`m goneIt started out Monday morning, on my way to high schoolGot out my do` and then some hoes, some stolen merchandising tooBending Screw out the do`, Polo to the feetBeep beep goes my pager, 911 emergencyThat`s my T. hell cream, backdo` on my wayInto the house do` kicked down, and tears running down her facePolice done wrecked the place, but the merchandise I boughtIt`s my fault but I`m like fuck it, he gotta pay the costHad to take a walk, with my nine on my sideWe bumped heads I`m steaming hot, he talking down I open fire[Hook][Double D]Who got the hardest beats around nigga, who keep it undergroundWho make the whole town, lay the fuck downDon`t let your mouth overload your anus, you ain`t famousMob shit fa sho`, you can`t tame usI`m riding with my shit off safety, you niggaz wanna chase meThen run up fool, I hope to God you don`t make meGet my killas and ride, too much chaos for you to hide4-5 between your eyes, ain`t no way to surviveI got killas in fo` states, and I`ll alert em at willThat way you can`t do no shows, without you getting your cap pealedFor real, cause niggaz ain`t no bitch in meI got the blood of a G, running thick through meAnd I`m aiming for head shots, there ain`t no games to be playedYou in the war field nigga, with the army brigadeIt`s Wreckshop no guessing, we tearing holes for testingAnd fuck any nigga you impressing, with that shit you stressing[Hook]

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