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[Fiend] Gotta go, cause if I gotta go I know I gotta go, but I'm goin out with a blast (goin out with a what) [Chorus] Goin out with a blast, to tells buck a buck a! Murder on my mind motherfucker, so fuck ya x2 I'm on the run with identical guns, murder in the first Preaching, smilin making money cause my gun, haters disperse What's the worst that can happen to capital F-I I might die but goin to try, see, cause stakes is my right eye Believe is shooting the automatic collecting recieving all the cabbage Was my advantage, have you forgot I'm the baddest, baddest The crowd involve my men, nine milla cheater meter As my brain tissue, hard pauses and ass eater Welcome to the edition of bullets splitting and ass kicking My mission to glisten a for every writtion rendition What's my living, is for giving, the fiends sellen tryin to rock it And my logic the prophet, and if she like it you get dropped stop it, jock it As my sad ass asks back for the cash Tell me, how many players goin out my nigga [Chorus x3] Songtexte You niggas a bunch of young bucks with young luck so what the fuck My bitches talk glare, and them hoes aint stuck bro Already cause of me, NOPD on it Helecopter, so I had to holler at P to get the chopper Proper, hollered at a popper from that third A crazy bitch I'll B.O., but deep a nigga won't earn Word, you ain't heard, this nigga kinda fed up Pressure, to my head up, till I pop a dead up Let up, the whole block smoked out like woodstock If you good you would not plot and get chopped Mine from the cocked glock, as it was a hum From two things I can't control are my cum and my gun [Chorus x2] Leave his life for me, and I'm a make sure his ass goin suffer Heard he was a fed, I'm a blow off both of his colors He'd ???? war of my mother, man, I wish I could duck it But fuck it, I didn't know I snorted past my budget This life, I'm a rush it, dead cope with the bang Cause ne'er a motherfucker did a damn thing where I hang [Chorus x4] Aus Songtexte Mania