Sense

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Yea I'm pistol packing living raw as fuck

You ain't bout dat action u jus talking tough

Let Nina clap and she gone call ya Bluff

Split u like a fraction who want war wit us?

Ya whole Block moving if we start shootin

, Got hella clips we can make a long movie

Pause all excuses wen I spark the toolie

Aint No holdin Back like Marques Houston

We been foolin on this north side

Got fire fa sale I'm talkin lemony lime

Hydro for tha low an assortment of kinds

Syrup ice water pills and formaldehyde

Got the kook up white at the hook up price

You kan make ya money circle like a typhoon

You needa steady konnect lemme call my goon

Ziggy selling tha hard and B running tha Bald like

Caiiilou, Fukin wit us they find ya dumb ass slumped up in the

Bayyyyou, Wit cemented shoes so yu cant move but you can

tryyy to, I no yu lames hate cus you can't stack tha cake up like

iiiiii do, face the facts bitch you can't fade us

The streets made us, thuggin on our worst Behavior

droppin 4's in a soda remix the flavor

Now my kup fulla mud keep a gun fulla slugs and

A Kandy sweet fulla danger

No you can't hang wit us yo krew lame to us

My klique'll strangle ya too damn dangerous

Kock it aim and Bust leave ya Brains in dust

We ain't playin wit ya streets ain't safe fa thugs

 

 

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slaying people like I´m the butcher in town

but man, you haven´t seen my preached account

I´m the one who frowns, when you squeeze a sound

out of that clown mouth because you´re breathing vows

like please, spare me the bows I know that I´m the best

start learning from me, I´ll let you take the test

start earning like me, I´ll let you take a rest

because keeping up means burning ´till the urn requests

to take you as an cremation, then it seals

shall I let you walk? nah, the temptation is too real

shall I threat your talk? nah, the patience aint that real

I'll make you dead as corpses, the crazyness is what we'll

undergo, one, two, three, GO cause I started the show

''just let me go!'' let, me, see, NO cause I've granted a blow

to your mind, which you'll get once, like Katrina stranded twice in a row

and the third time will be the fourth time my filth (fifth) mind has blown

you away, like the the ending of the Sixth sense

but I'm the ghostbuster, I'll make it trending like the sickest, hence

the holyness of the blessings were higher than your biggest sense

your nonsense and messing makes you look like a little princess

you blink twice at the wreckage, hoping it won't slap the image

I think you get the message but you don't understand the language,

let me put it continental: you're savage, guess you need a massage,

let's make your mind mental, the garbage in and out with the wash