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The most menacing, the most fears, it's without question

In the 1980s, dozens upon dozens of suspicious, professional killers

This drug operation was so heavily fortified

That police did not get through the front door

Honey G's bone crusher I'm like the hood stop celebrity

Long dick your chick like my raps longevity

Cold it in a glass of ice cubes

I got them all in bad mood, stomping on shoes

I never lose

I don't give a fuck about how you're feeling

Got the roof on fire, lace to the ceiling

Sexual healing leak on that Marvin Gaye shit

Got two black burners that'll melt your facelift

Memory foam muffled the sound of the gun-blast

My clan bring heat like the summer, check the forecast

We kamikaze microphone aeronautics

We bounce throw promoters like west coast hydraulics

Narcotics, we keep them stashed in the gunbox

Right near the mask, in the wig of the fake dreadlocks

Bumble clock, box of ammo in a pocket

It's sore fun and gangster, your eyes hanging out your socket

Watch how you talking to magoons, gorillas

Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers

Hunger gang shit they fight for block space

Box cutting gemstones an oxy face

Watch how you talking to my goons as gorillas

Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers

Hunger game shit they're fighting for block space

Box cutting gemstones an oxy face

Hey, y'all, I got a problem with authority

Lawyers handle problems accordingly

They acting like them pops wasn't calling me

I gotta make sure my corner eat

Over the stove pot linked to the side like a pouring tea

Black man in a foreign V emblem on the door and seats

Either you a hustler or a thief

All I needed was a quarter key

In the corner me and my dog regulated like Warren G

Sold it high, but I bought it cheap

Got her from Miami back to PA like Ross and Meat, huh

Borrow your bitch for a week

She hold my guns in bricks

I give a dick for a storage fee

You talk slick, but can't afford to be

And we don't call it beef until I'm sending hits

Where your daughters be

Step on, work with foreign sneaks, everything foreign

So my bitch look like Kimora Lee?

Watch how you talking to my goons, gorillas

Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers

Hunger gameshit they fighting for block space

Box cutting gemstones an oxy face

Watch how you talking to my goons, gorillas

Shooters, ruthless, all types of killers

Hunger gameshit they're fighting for block space

Box cutting gemstones an oxy face

Yeah, bandana tot around the nozzle

Pop, pop, the nozzle is the nostril of the roscoe

Pop, pop, possibly I'm coming across this host

You could be double crossed by your apostle

That's the pentecostal gospel

Black COB flag hanging out the left side

Blowing in the atmosphere the atlas here is west side

Ran up in his dashboard when I heard my connect die

His wife is colombian got columbian necktie

I went from roaches in the cereal

The flowing the most ferocious in your stereo

But culture vultures don't hear me though

Hotter than diseases that overdose the venereal

Why bitches out of with a burning bush like the Moses miracle

Why the fuck would I touch a thought with some gonorrhea?

I give it a hammer, I call it a blammer

That's Anamanabia, go look it up

You don't read books enough

That's why crook is up in your mamma Mia

I'm a G. Nigga, (I'm a G. Nigga)

Law officers say, "There are direct links now

Between gangs and colombian drug dealers"

They were hiring me to do hits

In the 80's I was a hitman that worked for many different drugs and teams

Even some that wasn't even in this country, (you wanna take a lot)

I was involved with about 30 murders, (to move me)

They paid 50,000, (you wanna take a lot)

I was looking two games, (you wanna take a lot)

Anything that was 50,000, (you wanna take a lot)

I was always with my winning

What you want the guy here? (To me)

You want his arm? (You wanna take a lot)

You want his private part? (You wanna take a lot)

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