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rag to riches, i aint conforming to these bitches
and be led into a trap, by all these snitches
check my 9 every
morning, cant risk no glitches
i wear the black gloves,never use the same gat twice
i shoot ya up, drop the gat, i'm
so nice
my family be worried cause niggaz-shoot they-gas tanks
i tell them those niggaz- pussy yo-always shoot out-blanks
on
my block we have, a system of ranks
from niggaz who rob corner stores, to niggaz who rob banks
me yo people, i'm at
the top of the food chain
also keep it real, no shame in my game
everyone knows GODS a forgiving man, but i'm not
so
if u say sorry in ya head, i might still put a shot
shify eyed niggaz, dont stay on our blocks long
blat with the gat,
and they life is gone
yall just dont understand the criminal in me
dont think nothin of killin, as long as i get paid
adequetly
subsiqently that means that ur in trouble, and who ever surround
cause i have no problem shootin long range,
at a baseball mound
ear to the ground and u can hear the vibration as, bullets close in
and when it hits makes ya waist
drop blood, to make u thin
i've never been asked, to justify my thug
i'm like the godfather of this shit, on my shirt
people tug
like they want to ask, big bad boss a question
or just want a little bit, of daddy's attention
HA HA HA
HA HA
i watch law and order, learn how to cover my tracks
learned not to take the gun, but leave it at the scene
it
aint registered to me but the last man, i killed for cream
wear glothes so u always prepared, for a killing
cause u
can be sure they have a gun, then they be willing
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