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Flesh-N-Bone f Afta Maff

Empty The Clip

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[Afta Maff]Hey, let me hear that firstNineteen-ninety AftaCleveland up in this muthafuckaAfta Maff up in this muthafucka, bitchFlesh-N-BoneSon of a bitch, you`ll be runnin` up all the timeTryin` to test my hoodI`m chillin` up in my hood up to no goodPunk bitch, I wish you would, and flippin` the scriptAnd pop in my clip, and puttin` my pump-pump on yaAnd lettin` you see the fire in my eyesAnd now that ass is a fuckin` gonerYou can run up, gun up, and try to test me at willI`m fillin` you playa haters with nothin` but favorsSo bitch, you be guardin` your grill for realMy niggas got no fame, it`s breakin` you son-of-a-bitches offYou fuckin` around with the big bossAnd I always got my Nina RossAin`t catchin` a nigga slippin` up at the lightsSo don`t trip, and takin` a hit of the sticky-stickyAs I unload my clip, and thuggin` up in the LandAnd ya know we straight hustlas, andNever to be no bustas, and (?) say fuck ya (Gunfire)Kam-, Kam-, Kamikaze, come, come, come, come down Niggas better not slippin`, come again? niggas better not slip when I`m up to no goodKam-, Kam-, Kamikaze, come, come, come, come[Afta Maff]Afta Maff`s comin` down your assWith the aerial strike body snatchin` me ?And deadly close and copper stressGettin` away is slightAnd I ask myself what`s the reason forthat treason that you committedOpen up killin` season, now it`s timeTo get your fuckin` wig splittedPlaya haters be makin` me relax into a dead spell againSomebody should have told them fuckin`With the Mo Thug your life expectancy endsMurder, like adrenaline, puts a physcoticThought through my brain wavesMuder mo, welcome to the terror-domeFlashbacks of me diggin` gravesTorturin` slaves in the daysLosin` my grip on reality, paranormal combatHollow points always givin` me a flawless fatalityEven bustin` at shadows is a muthafucka`s ? Lettin`Kamikaze and Flesh-N-Bone decapitatin` you bitches`Dome with the chrome and infrared scanTo stick clear is a safety tipFrom the docks to the ClairMe and my and niggas is emptyin` clips(clips, clips, clips, clips, clips, clips, clips, clips)(Inserting of clips, cocking of gun, gunshots)[Flesh]You niggas pop off at the mouthTime to stop or shots drop they assMake `em shut up they lipWhen we empty the clip on the Double GlockTrouble, now: Flesh and the Afta MaffLook out, my niggas, can`t go when drop down my timeTime to get it, hit it, grindin` on the double nineFind plenty ways to get the money, me money`Cause then I`m a splurge on my kindSippin` on a fifth of Rose wineYeah, the Flesh-N-, the Flesh-N-muthafuckin` BoneGettin` my tipsy on strong, always stay packin` that chromeHopped in the (?) headed for the northSwerve, thug stroll, seventeenth up and against the groundRepeated the MAC-11, let a soundKick, pump rounds, spit off my roundsHop on my block, gotta get this clickBut they`re stickin` their guns to meThought that they got me, but I`m not, seeMurder ? that glock pop pop bulletsEmpty out the clips, feel no sympathy forThe people that I`m buckin` they layPut `em in a graveAway they stay shot the fuck upWhen my niggas they sprayShould he pray to be saved?Hell yeah, but still no one came to your rescuePop a lip on my corner, nigga, you`s a gonerMo Thug be the niggas who test you, put you to restFool, and there ain`t nothin` you can do to stop meFrom makin` this call up to my dogsRacin` over with the heat and makin`sure that you takin` a fallAll y`all want fuck with Flesh and the Afta MaffThen well, learnin` my lesson with this WessonI`m a empty the clip on my weaponIf a playa hater want to keep on stressin`Murder mo, murder mo...Mo murda, mo murda, come come againCome on, tell ya can`t feel the Afta Maff`Cause your lies gettin` larger by the secondsAnd ain`t snatched but then ?While your soul slowly gets reincarnatedBut it`s evident you heard the possibilitiesBut you was over-estimatedAnd you expected me to look deep in your eyesAnd bow down to scandalous wayBut see survival be one of the reasons thugsBe packin` their shit for protectionWhen situations are life and deathA real true gon` result to eliminationFor instance, I`m on the blockServin` stones to dope fiendsDroppin` them dubs down `til this knuckleheadWannabe thug tried to test my nuts for the showdownSo I grabbed my security blanket, niggaMy man, let`s deal now with the pearl handlesSpit out them hollow point tips`Cause they`re still rollin` for meAnd now they aimin` for meBut my bitch, Nina Ross, is so freaky she started penetratin`See, niggas be thinkin` they got the game - All sewed up and ready maintainI`m pullin` the trigger to blow out your brainNow, I told ya, Mo Thug was insaneSoldiers ride against the terror(Cocking of gun, emptying of clip)

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