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Point me a tone, right, point me a tone, right
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome, fool
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome, fool
Point me a tone, right, point me a tone, right
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome, fool
Point me a tone, right, point me a tone, right
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome, fool
Easy come, easy go (run that shit, mane), easy come, easy go
$ui, $ui, $carecrow, $ui
$carecrow, $ui, $ui, Grey 'bout to fucking
Run up on a fucking pussy, kill him like nobody love 'em
Grabbin' the shovel, wrap him in bubbles
Schizophrenic lunatic, cold hearted motherfucker
Run your mouth, bitch, run your mouth
All these fuckin' rappers front, talking shit behind your back
They shake your hand, then hit the blunt
You see the difference with me?
I grew up with the Gs in the West Bank streets
Running drugs up on my bike when I was just thirteen
Every day another fight but I was scared to bleed
You beat my ass? You better kill me, I'll return with the fleet
Cut 'em, gun 'em down and nothing, beat the case in a week
If nobody do no snitching, they ain't got shit on me
Walking free while you dead (murder, murder, mo' murder, mo'-)
Covered up in a sheet, bitch (mo' murda)
Pull up wit' da motherfuckin' Tec
Pull up wit' da motherfuckin' Mac
Pull up wit' da motherfucking sack full of green
What you mean you ain't gon' smoke this shit with me?
I smack a rapper with the backhand then tell him to get his own P
What you know about me ho? Grey is what I be
I got Ramirez in the cut and he stay ready to cut
Yeah, bitch, I got Christ in the cut
With the shotty pumpin' and ducking
I got Navi, I got Blackout, I got SixFo, I got Stunna
Now what the fuck you wanna do? I just gotta call up a number
Think about a murder
Reppin' triple six is unheard of
Stalking through the fuckin' night and killin' these bustas
So, what's heard of? $lick is grippin' on the Mossberg