Gats

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Automatic rifles, coming in hot, in the same spot, bullet holes all in peepholes looking at foes, I bust back like a free throw, they duck, I get up then go Rambo, Rampage me to, running down the hall, ducking from the crew, gats raised up, stakes raised up, still no luck, peeking around corners, no one there, still fearing for safety I take the gat off safety, pointing like i'm John Wick, time to go sick, blaow! Took the whole crew down, they bust back I get down, like I'm doing a breakdance I break and raise hands, ran out the building faster then a cheetah, just cheated death, like cardiac arrest, I never rest, crews getting arrested like Johnny Test, running out the projects with a vest, strapped up never lacked, always test, never on safety, taking out trash like I'm Hefty, got Glocks out always ready to pop out, I'm in a arena so give me my knockout, I go buckwild, evil world we live in, just don't give in, go wild if you have to that's no sin, that's the only way to keep alive, I'm not dead but I'm not born alive, in these streets, boys killing over sneaks, going to jail for weeks, prison for years, spent in fear, I never feared death because I'm the grim-reaper, take your soul leave you to weeper, that's what happens when you go into projects without beepers.

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G-FaceMurderer
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