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30 Dead
The Godfather
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Man
You know what the fuck going on, nigga
You know we charged the fuck-up
Pass me that dead ass nigga
Got a dub on me, tryna fuck it up
In the club, got these freaky hoes grabbing on my nuts
Another 30 Boy dead, that's like thirty niggas touched
I got thirty in the fin for whoever running up
Keep on thinking you gon' kill me, try your luck
I been in the hood lately putting opps inside a blunt
When it's on the floor, we gon' ride the striker for a month
We'll pull up on a nigga, throw his ass in the trunk
Yeah, I ran this shit up, niggas can't fuck with me
Chopper bullet grazed him in the face, gave him a buck-fifty (Like a razor)
Just got a call your mans dead, you bettะตr come quickly
In the store, mะต and Meek, racing to the giffys
Just popped an E pill, got me activated
If you want me at your show, you gon' have to pay me
Put his dumb ass to sleep how I rock the baby
This a turn-around, bitch, feeling like I'm 80s
I'm a Bronx nigga who be killing opp niggas
Hundred round shots with me, I do this for Dots, nigga
Forever Paid, we sell bows when the crops in
I had to take this bitch head because her top different
Ride around with Glock switches
You know his ass dead when he not twitching
Run down, pop pistols
It's a foul on the play, been blew the whistle
Fifty rounds to his face, we pressing the issue
She asked me, do I love her? Baby, just a little
I'ma use her for her name just to get a rental
Ain't no playing both sides, we gon' still kill them
Just poured a pint yesterday and I still feel it
I don't feel niggas, I just want a million ticket
Spend it with my real niggas, sweating, feel the pill kick ing
The way I spin a Track hawk, I'm tryna drop the engine
If he snitch, we gon' spin until we drop the witness
Bust the watch down, water like Pacific
I be drinking Wock in fours when I'm about to sip it
I be stuffing pills in hoes when I'm about to ship it
Gotta fold all of the clothes before we zip them up
I'ma keep on hoeing all the opps because I don't give a fuck
That nigga in the ground, go and dig him up
Got these niggas mad at me, they wanna kill each other
Four five bullet big as hell, thicker than peanut butter
You don't think I'm stepping, nigga, just wait until we see each other
I got this gangster shit, nigga, from my mother
Love my nigga East way, brother from another
Heard they're lining niggas up, they sliding with cutters
Fake rapper, nigga, I'm the one that come and touch you
Call Boom with the drop, they know I'ma come shoot
Riding hellcats in winter because we up stupid
My lil' bitch from the Raq always call me goofy
Hate a bitch that be capping about that coochie
Let's put this shit on camera, let's make a movie
Got the drill in the party, dancing with my toolie
We got murder on our mind, me and two P's
You know what the fuck going on, nigga
I know he miss his brothers, we sent his ass home with them
Face shot, he couldn't take them to the dome, nigga
Thirty niggas in the casket, a thirty-man shipment
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