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From: Aaron-Deshay player of Jerry
Bitch I fuckin beam with my gun like Scotty Leave you spotty Talkin more shit than a Port-a-Potty When I point this aim at your brain And leave them hollow thangs in your body Lodi-dodi I drinks Bacardi Gets dick hard drunk When I'm off that skunk punk And you don't wanna dance tingo tango I let my left right when I fight, mingle mangle Connect to your jaw southpaw It oughta be a law against these thangs I throw Unexpectedly like birdshit is how the pain drop From the Ellum District Blocks Hillside got they Glock Mack 10's, Evil shit'll neva end
Better watch your back 'cuz I'm strapped with teks Push up in a black Lex' And dump caps to your neck Sick Sadistic Shit Punks all die Leather trench Silver bowie knife and two concealed nines Costume of a killa At your bed side holdin' on two millas Uggh we bust them uzi's close range Bitin in mothafuckas throats with my two fangs
Uggh it's the murder man posted at the front door And when they comes I dumps with both four-four's Letin' 'em have it 'cuz I cause static Sneakin in the grass Killed his ass And then kneel down and get my last laugh Punk bitch shouldn't have tripped Now he lay dead in the ditch
Red rum is what I'm hummin' as I hit the fence Homicide looked for prints but found no evidence Stuffed his head in the duffel bag and zipped it up Peeps in Dallas want to see his face before they break me off my cut There it is cashed him like some chips at Reno Slid us a briefcase full of crispy ass C-Notes Made the hit Got the scrilla Gone without a trace I'm behind the wheel And cuffed to the briefcase Yo I got the Automatic Rifle incase they on my trail If it's a tail then I'ma leave a 50 empty shells Pistol smokin' These fuckas know I ain't no jokin'