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[Hook: Montana of 300] Every time I come around your city, bang bang! Everything, no nothing less than 50, bang bang! You better hide, you know I'ma slide, bang bang! When I ride it's gon' be a homicide, bang bang! Every time I come around your city, bang bang! Everything, no nothing less than 50, bang bang! You better hide, you know I'ma slide, bang bang! When I ride it's gon' be a homicide, bang bang! [Verse 1: J Real & Talley of 300] I'm duckin' the feds Still strapped with my Glock cause the opps want me dead Fucked up in my head Got shot in the neck, but now that nigga dead You heard what I said You think this a game? Well come on and play it I'm hoppin' out sprayin' I pop tops like a can Leave your mama prayin' 30 and that 40 50 in that FN Nina Uh If I can get next to you then I can get next to [?] If you don't got my bands, then someone gettin' stretched again Kickin' in a door, lifting up my pole, then I'm steppin' in I get that, that click clack, got kickback, 3 ninjas If he in the crowd, when that 50 spit, then don’t get whacked, he injured I wish niggas would, I swing choppers, like lumberjacks, then timber If your foot soldiers want war, then I'm gon' send shells, that's Splinter A lot of choppin' and flippin' These niggas poppin' like bitches Soon as he jump, it's like bungee, but bodies drop, that's the differenceAnd these just not my niggas, it's more than gang gang gang If they say let's ride, then I'ma slide and it's bang bang bang bang, bitch, bang bang! [Hook: Montana of 300] Every time I come around your city, bang bang! Everything, no less than 50, bang bang! You better hide, you know I'ma slide, bang bang! When I ride it's gon' be a homicide, bang bang! Every time I come around your city, bang bang! Everything, no less than 50, bang bang! You better hide, you know I'ma slide, bang bang! When I ride it's gon' be a homicide, bang bang! [Verse 2: $avage & No Fatigue] Savage with a dollar sign, cause I'm runnin' up a check But when I shoot, bang bang, nothin' but the net 30 in the clip and it got one up in the net I'm aiming at you turnin' up, television set Pull up on your block, tinted windows, black paint They sayin', "Who's that" like I'm playin' for the Saints Come up with my jacket, double breasted, Max Payne Finna kill a brother like I'm Abel and Kain Smoke 'em like some Jane All black like Bruce Wayne Then I take off like a plane His homie said look out, like a window when it bang These shots got no fatigue, it's too late, it hit his brain Homie tried to run, no synonym, yeah he get the same I blow like Cain, caught him with the range, left him by his range I probably hit his main, then I rock the shirt, say I feel the same Shorty it's not a game, shoot him like a picture, put him in a frame [Hook: Montana of 300] Every time I come around your city, bang bang! Everything, no less than 50, bang bang! You better hide, you know I'ma slide, bang bang! When I ride it's gon' be a homicide, bang bang! Every time I come around your city, bang bang! Everything, no less than 50, bang bang! You better hide, you know I'ma slide, bang bang! When I ride it's gon' be a homicide, bang bang! [Verse 3: Montana of 300] I make bitches in your city scream like Sidney when they trip If you see me, come get with me if you really with the shits I don't internet like Drizzy and Meek Milly with this shit Curtis Jackson in my ratchet I got 50 in my clip If I give your ass a day, you won't live to see the fame You want to explain, but I want to see your brains Been there, done that, you don't want none of that Cock my gun back, let it bang I be with a bunch of crooks, nigga One in the neck, like a crook, nigga When I come around, open up a round, like a hook, nigga Slide on them squares, like a rook, nigga All headshots, yearbook, nigga Blowin' like a ref, with this fuckin' tec Like a fuckin' chef, I cook niggas Body bag him up, like some kush, nigga Wet that pussy up, that's douche, nigga Got your day one homies, all shook, nigga Now they talkin' 'bout, he was a good nigga Whatchu know 'bout standing in the cold waitin' 'Bout to give it to him, like a donation Gun clappin', like a standing ovation Been droppin' niggas, no probation Squad [Hook: Montana of 300] Every time I come around your city, bang bang! Everything, no less than 50, bang bang! You better hide, you know I'ma slide, bang bang! When I ride it's gon' be a homicide, bang bang! Every time I come around your city, bang bang! Everything, no less than 50, bang bang! You better hide, you know I'ma slide, bang bang! When I ride it's gon' be a homicide, bang bang!
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