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(I cramp your style With a bullet and a smile) --> Onyx
[ VERSE 1 ] Ugh, niggas on the d-l casin me out Truckin my jewels, feelin for the tools When they come they gots to come correct Because they know I catch wreck A well-known wild street vet Step into the kill zone, baby, it`s on I pack the twin nine-mills that`ll lift your dome Chrome pump with double-eyed slots and such A fully-auto Mac-dime that is sure to touch Ya, bust you with the Desert Eagle Street legal, move against my peole And the Ice gets evil Hit you with the .44 Smith & Wes- Son, you`re best to run cause my Tec eats pests I got a glock with the laser, hot police taser Step in real close, I hit your throat with the razor You wanna live or die, it`s your decision Talk shit, you`re dissin, i got you in my night vision Brain fragments on the street released Another nigga fronts hard, another nigga deceased I got a H.K., A.K. and a M-16 A 12-gauge street sweeper with the circular clip Quick to let projectiles fly, you die And watch your fat moms cry - bull`s eye
(I cramp your style With a bullet and a smile) --> Onyx
What you think all the guns is for?
[ VERSE 2 ] What`s up, niggas don`t seem to hear Still lookin crazy, let me make this clear Fool, the Ice ain`t havin it And when I let loose lead, believe I`m accurate Fat scope on a 30???6 Sawed-off double barrel and a pistol grip Pump on my lap at all times I fill my gauge shells with nickels and dimes Thompson Center spittin .45 slugs Black Mac-11, Python .357 Snub-nose .38 or .380 Seventy Automatic, full metal jackets Hollow points comin atcha fast You feel the slug before you hear the blast
(I cramp your style With a bullet and a smile) --> Onyx
Muthafuckas frontin hard Lookin at niggas crazy and shit Make a nigga break Nigga don`t want me to pull out
[ VERSE 3 ] I don`t like shootin but I do shoot straight Niggas I be rollin with will shoot up a wake Why you wanna step in the sights of a nigga Known hair trigger, the coroner delivers More cold bodies to the morgue each weekend One minute you bleed, the next minute you`re leakin Best to listen close cause this ain`t no boast And never forget that I leave you wet Bloody, sticky, holes in your Dickey`s Oh what a pity, lookin all shitty My Winchester will get the best of ya Hand grenades will fade all the rest of ya I reach out and touch you with the parabellum You got a crew, you better tell em
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