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Yeah – my mic sound good? Yeah (rata-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta) One-two, one-two (Raise the gates) Yeah, look. Yeah. (rata-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta) Listen. Yeah It’s node sub-optimal, so watch it when the Ruger spit Record the homicide so I can watch how many views it get Fuck the world, fuck ‘em all, I’m tired of this music shit The [gooma] gon’ move regardless of who producin’ it You dumb if you don’t think that it’s a shot gon’ fly I will cross your fuckin’ T’s and I will dot that I I will pop that nine, I will tighten the grip You a sucka, you the type to take advice from a bitch He defied God so he had to get his name cursed Armed to the teeth, carry metal like a change purse Make a list of raw motherfuckers: Put my name first Every single line is by design to make ya brain hurt High like a motherfucker, I ain’t hit the ground yet Dumpin’ till the whole clip empty like a sound check Twenty plus years, Akhi, I ain’t lost a round yet Kemetic Orthodoxy where the ritual was founded Nothing never is enough, everybody gettin’ touched Motherfuckers is runnin’ up on me SongtexteThe drama don’t stop, get your whole block shot All these shooters is runnin’ up on me I got a big street sweeper, I’m the hood Grim Reaper Motherfuckers is dyin’ around me My trigger finger stay itchin', we cookin’ in the kitchen I ain’t fuckin’ with nobody but me So come hell or high water I’mma watch for the drop I make this graveyard crowded like a popular spot Nowadays it’s kinda hard to tell a cop from a ock I’mma aim the chopper either way and pop who I pop Listen, he a traitor so he left for the hills Screaming high-pitched, cryin’ like he Stephanie Mills Ain’t no will or voice in this shit Die now or die later, that’s the choice that you get It’s moist and it’s wet, livin’ here is literally hell Bodies stackin’ when I crack ‘em like the Liberty Bell This dummy broke lookin’ at the bottom of the pipe I’m comin’ with the heater like the bottom of the ninth That’s Allah and that’s my life, wanna see me it’s nothin’ Just know that either way with me it’s gonna be a concussion Body bags everywhere, machetes here to chop ‘em up Put his body on ice, slap him like a hockey puck Nothing never is enough, everybody gettin’ touched Motherfuckers is runnin’ up on me The drama don’t stop, get your whole block shot All these shooters is runnin’ up on me I got a big street sweeper, I’m the hood Grim Reaper Motherfuckers is dyin’ around me My trigger finger stay itchin', we cookin’ in the kitchen I ain’t fuckin’ with nobody but me Aus Songtexte Mania