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I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown Wit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well [Unverified] Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under Big pipes soundin' like thunder Skated by the skin of my teeth I had to put a man in his place last week Now why you wanna come at me? I'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes Wrong nigga for threats Lone nigga wit long chrome And we can dance till one of us drop You score points fallin' wit good formation I'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn The very last nigga you should ever blast your gun To the floor, actin' like you goin' to war Now you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher Flame thrower, rule wit a iron rod That be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard But who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night And you can't come outside without fear Am I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'? Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner Keep me on your mind and don't slumber Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass [Unverified] M O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn Wit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn Aiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit Squeeze off, let em know how real this is M O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer No other gun runners keep a round like this From Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death Whether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block Sprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen We all been through action, you know the last me blastin' The last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake Neither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies Still nuttin' pop but the shells These ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel A gun runner nigga for real nigga Yo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle Of that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip Empty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit While you layin bloodied up in the Six Flee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce Then watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet You runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us Everyday is like Fourth of July to us Henny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch Interfere wit the plan and you will get touched Let the liquor talk for you and you will get touched Full fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge While you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head Cockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray Poppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way [Unverified]
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