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Chorus(Lynch and D-Dubb)4xI re-fuse to loseFuck them 22'sI got an AP 10 and a throwaway Tech 9So you know you can't fuck with mine(Verse1)(Lynch)If I was standing in the dark letting my nine spark(D-Dub)Maybe in the morning, motherfuckers might feel me yet(Lynch)It's that nine tech nigga that got them motherfuckers toreupAs I smash of in a seven deuce cut, you holding your gutTalking about(D-Dub and Lynch)What the fuck you smoking on?(Lynch)All dome as the chronics got me goneNigga it's onOn 'til the slugs come out(D-Dub)At night I do my murder red rum so tight(Lynch)I'ts the third strike niggaSongtexteSo now I'm aiming up at your dome'Bout to make your brain split and hit the Fleetwood BromeI'm like Richard Chase, mixed with Al CaponeIf you want some ripgut shit niggaYeah, I got it sewnSo bone to the crib, or get your wig split fool, with thetech chromeAnd say the alphabet backwards fast or find you a brand newdomeA criminal minded nigga that gots tefs in his nineSo head to the East side, 'cause it's red rum time, niggaChorus 4x(Verse2)Nigga, it's that-Sac of Indo-Killafornia State of mindWhere niggas put their gangster gear on, and bend cornersIn a Chev 69Wire rimsYou can't seeWith their neighborhood flags and their black CarthartbeenieI'm like GenieAs I swoop through the hood and get up to no goodAnd I wish you wouldTest my tech, 'cause nigga, it loves to take out necksAnd empty backs out, so I max out350 on the black topMore smoke than chronic smokingLoced out sherm, classic permIn my ashtray, there's always a roachHit the left lane in case one times approachI got, 5 warrants and some '89 tags17 in the clip of my, auto magI'ts sadI gotta watch my back, 'cause these niggas wanna throw me upin a blackleather sack, and throw me over their backBut fuck thatWhy you think I got extended clips'Cause I'm so high, most of the timeI just can't miss, niggaChorus 4x Aus Songtexte Mania