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Yeah, yeah
Yeah, one, two
This Kalashnikov, dead air, Wolverine silencer
Leave your body full of blood clots like an islander
The Springfield armory is long like a kilometer
The Koenigsegg had the craziest odometer
This young boy spillin' blood here on the hood block
Papi like to cook rock, Joney missed Woodstock
He headed uptown and he lookin' for Mantequilla
This mo'fucker's talkin', it sound like a Santeria
I got a plug, but he kinda weird
I be with my ahki's and they all have Lou Albano beards
Everythin' marble, and Joselyn Grand Chandeliers
This is ammunition and it's pancho V of bandoilers
We gon' put the squeeze on the work, it's a known leverage
This Four-Five gon' hit the spot like a cold beverage
The strap ravaging, it look like roux
Gimme room mo'fucker, lemme cook my food, toma!
Man the only thing I know for sure is that we're gonna die
You know that nothing's guaranteed
Except that we will rest in peace
So until that day I go to war and sing your lullaby
And I will rock your head to sleep, 'til I fulfill my destiny
Yeah, this the season of smoke
And the uniform density, the reason it float
Y'all awoken a sleeping giant, now the demon invoked
Allah's the most merciful, the beacon of hope
This a land strike weapon, I will launch harpoons
While y'all dummies eatin' cereal and watch cartoons
I will go upside your head like Vidal Sassoon
I will blow the infrared, I will call my goons
He a bitch, bein' bitch is the reason that he snitch
Blow a mo'fucka wig, Season of the Witch
So high, look like we Korean from the piff
The hole I'm diggin' for you much deeper than a ditch
This G-22 and it burn like it's shit liquor
Now e'rybody dead and his family sit shiver
You pump faking ahki, listen, I ain't feelin' none of that
And death real homie, you can never get your brother back
Man the only thing I know for sure is that we're gonna die