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The trenches waiting on a nigga and it won’t be long Went on a mission with lil dutt almost ain’t make it home Pull up jump out clear the business tryna up the chrome Any nigga cross me in my city know it’s gone be on Seven shootouts in a week we trying to catch a body We was cruising down they street and we ain’t see nobody I’m with Dumb Way i’m with Glizzy we up in a hottie Whatever happen on this mission we can’t tell nobody Ridin down Tams make a right on Cristy Drive Bust a left on Shay Street somebody bout to die Death around the corner murder all in Glizzy eyes Anybody outside nigga it’s a homicide They been flunking JJ out make his momma cry Nigga i ain’t squashing shit I don’t know why he tried Wonder what’s going thru his head must’ve lost his mind Catch him slipping crack him like a egg like it’s breakfast time I been doin my thang the way I’m supposed to If you go against that gang then we’ll smoke you You better stay in your lane you’d want to Them lil niggas got aim and they gone shoot (Blatt Blatt) They got death around the corner murder in my mind Crossing me boy you wouldn’t wanna I can’t let it slide Nigga actin like he want it bitch we slangin’ iron It’s time to take you niggas to the other side SongtexteIf you diss me on a song better pick a casket Cause my niggas pull up blasting we don’t do the rapping I been outchea flipping packs just like acrobatics Pull up nigga you know where I’m at burn em like some matches They say the music that I’m making got the hood crying Cause I’m talking money, murder, sex and slangin’ iron Big chiefin’ in LA tryna catch a vibe Somebody get this hoe up out my face tryna blow my high Racks bustin’ out my pocket I need every dime Somebody try take something from me I’m a lose my mind I ain’t bagging down from nothing better up that iron If they go against me bet I’m crashin’ out like number 9 (GANG!) They got murder in the air death on the back street What the fuck he said …… It’s a track meet When niggas speaking on my name that attract me Catch him slippin hit him with that flame you know how that be I been doin my thang the way I’m supposed to If you go against that gang then we’ll smoke you You better stay in your lane you’d want to Them lil niggas got aim and they gone shoot (Blatt Blatt) They got death around the corner murder in my mind Crossing me boy you wouldn’t wanna I can’t let it slide Nigga actin like he want it bitch we slangin’ iron It’s time to take you niggas to the other side Yea you know like I be trying to chill But then at the same time I be like fuck it I don’t want to chill ya heard me So I’m a just do what the fuck I want do When I want do it ya heard me You know Sherwood shit horseshoe youngin’ Sherwood baby Brandywine baby You know I run that bitch ya heard me They got murder round the corner death up on my mind (death up on my mind) I got blood in my eyes somebody dying Fucking with lil Marty it’s a homicide Crashin’ out like number 9 that’s Rondo Numba 9 yea Sleep or muthafucking grind all my niggas really slangin’ iron Aus Songtexte Mania