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Correct Desperado Outlaws Lyrics
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Ballin' in a 600SL Drop top with the fat V12 Money hella-long, smoke blunts not a bong Niggas can't fuck 'cause I crunch em like Kong I be deadly as The Predator My .50 calibre Desert Eagle'll spread ya, and behead ya Pistol weighs a tonne, bullets come like a guillotine Poisonous tips hit and explode through the war scene Like morphine and heroin, I'm the shit Every dope fiend needs a hit Gangs need to stick at this gangsta shit To take that monkey off their back and have 'em gettin' licks I'm the neighborhood's drama, dead man's trauma like O-Dogg And Kane, I'm loc to the brain, got the afro Padded, fully automatic decrease the statics Two fingers spread, hittin' 'em up and let em have it [Chorus] Desperado outlaws through the dirt Sendin BG's blastin, puttin men to work Trapped in America to die in these bloody streets Goin head up, with suckers all psyched up in heat Murder, murder, kill, kill California's the state where most caps get peeled Back, catcha, pigs on a stretcher Three strike law got us livin' under pressure Know he want to take mine, hand on his waistline Side of his spine I get to dumpin' with the Tek 9 Got his back smokin', crack that ass open Bullet holes the size of a token Got his ass chokin' on piss and blood Crooked ass piggies don't get no love, uhh Life or death, a .4-5 Smith & Wess I had that nappy-headed ass stretched If you try to dack me in my neighborhood, I'm dumpin' And ya best ta run 'cause my BGz is comin' Clips full of teflons, loc'd out and crazy And they won't stop til you're pushin' up daisies, uhh [Chorus] Body snatcher, caught up in a rapture Black heads explode ya flesh when they capture You don't want to see me in my beanie wit my locs on Ol' school mouth wit no gettin' my smoke on .4-5 stormin', rainin' and pourin' Mobbin' down floorin', psycho like Norman Bates, no trace, no murder case Innocent like OJ House niggas get scoped by the revolution shooters Fuck Glyn Craig then we gunnin down Cooper 'Cause he want to send all niggas to the pen Thinkin that they fucked but Gz don't bend Never been a snitch, Mark Keane can suck a dick And fuck John Green, for bein prejudiced Never liked rap, and did a nigga from a scrap Yea me to the max, but I'm back, piggies [Chorus]
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