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HHM
Yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Big guns when I pull up in the night
Big guns when I pull up in the night time
Glock .9 on my side, with a night sight
Red eyes all my life, I could die alright
Catch me severing the ties of my lifeline
I'ma crawl, I'ma creep through the pipelines
Drip-drop, all the water is cyanide
Ten dead, killed a cop, fuck a white life
Do or die, I don't give a fuck, call it suicide
Say what? I got devil dogs in the gang
Say what? I'm a devil dog in the game
Say what? Lay waste, everybody in their graves
Say what? Ten toes, and a hollow in the face
Say what? Always got a mask on the face, uh huh
TRASH be the pack, be the gang, uh huh
Doubling the racks in the bank, uh huh
Grr-ba, lay your body and it break, uh huh
Doubling it up, devil in the cut
All my demons on me on the run
Ain't no running up
.30 put a hollow in your gut
Now he throwing up
Blicka blocka knocking with the choppa
Rip your city up
Glizzy with a MAC
Coming at ya like a task force, bitch
I can go and track your body
Where your passport, bitch?
12 in the front, so I head to the backdoor
50 in your back, lay your body in the Six
Passing through your casket, I'm savage up in the catacombs
I never follow voices, my only guide is a bag of bones
Casting all my sadness, I'm looking past where the shadows go
I'm never feeling sober, I'm trying to break out the habit, dog
Blech
I don't got a soul, only gold that gon' rust up
I've been feeling cold, but I swear that the sun up
I been seeing ghosts every time that the sun down
Body in the snow and you about to get stuck up
(I don't got a soul, only gold that gon' rust up
I've been feeling cold, but I swear that the sun up
I been seeing ghosts every time that the sun down
Body in the snow and you about to get stuck up)
(Big guns when I pull up in the night night)
Big guns when I pull up in the night time
Glock .9 on my side, with a night sight
Red eyes all my life, I could die alright
Catch me severing the ties of my lifeline
I'ma crawl, I'ma creep through the pipelines
Drip-drop, all the water, is cyanide
Ten dead, kill a cop, fuck a white life
Do or die, I don't give a fuck, call it suicide (Bleh)
Ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy
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PEDRO NETO, UNKNOWN UNKNOWN
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