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Some think that I`m a flake, but I`m no fake nigga cause IDrink a bitch, make him a witch and burn his ass at the stakeWith the .44 mag it`s so simplePut it to his temple, fuck it, I give a nigga permanent dimplesEasing up on the fast slow, but I let your ass knowThe block`s too hot like TabascoBrand New Heavies on the tracks, G Rap on the waxCold bumping, got motherfuckers doing jumping jacksYou motherfuckers lost itI bake your ass like a cake and all y`all flakes get frostedCause when G Rap is on the mixNiggas start shitting bricks and turning into chick with small dicksSo a bitch, lyrics with a live band(Yo this shit is funky) Yo fuck funky, the shit hit the fanShame if you`re stepping to my setYou niggas get wet, nah fuck it, it`s just a motherfucking death threatYeah, I got you bitches on lockdown, you niggas get knocked downYou`re running cause I`m gunning your block down, punkSo save the bitch riff cause my four-fifth liftsI`m tossing stiff off of fucking cliffsGet close, I got you on scope, you walking on thin ropeSo I`m a shoot `em up like dopeCause to make my notes I`m a cut throatsBodies are thrown off boats and do a dead man`s floatStraight down a riverHuh, with a bullet inside his motherfucking liverAnother hooker got thrown outStepped right into the crossfire and got her brains blown outSo you niggas better buckCause when my coat`s full of buckshots, I don`t give a fuckYou think you`re down with the murder guysBullshit, say hello to that dirt you`re gonna fertilizeYou wonder why the area`s starkHomicides just fell ten bones since our car droveWhen they opened the other trunks that were closedFull of five unidentified John DoesAll found dead on arrivalCause I pulled up slowly and made `em holy like BiblesThey find a letter and cassetteRed and said it`s just a motherfucking death threatSend the bodies to the morgue for a freezingI got the motherfucking finger on the trigger cause it`s nigga seasonA punk tried to drop meI left the body sloppy so they can`t perform an autopsyDig a hole for the bitchAnd put all his pieces and bits inside a ditchYo, you don`t think you`re going underI got a bullet with your name, your address, and your phone numberSo if you want to play gamesI`m blowing you the fuck out the frameYou tried to front and got murdered last nightSo now you float to the motherfucking lightSo I`m a step to your grave and make a toastAnd start shooting at your motherfucking ghostSo may the Lord be with yaCause I ain`t no saint and I don`t paint pretty picturesIt ain`t nothing but bloodshedStains of brains on the rug and less blood in your headYou want to make me upset?Huh, then I`m a promise you a motherfucking death threat

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