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Vendetta
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It's all business, no love to the competition
Let that jumper hit him, sit him down, swap his spirit
Die now, I'ma think about it later, I'ma think about it never
All I think about is paper
I draw first, that's that quick animation
You smell that stench, you just think sanitation
I'm right here, nigga, fuck the location
'Cause too much information could get you that vacation
Tell the cops, I say fuck the allegations
Got work in the trunk with no conversation
One for the hurt, one for the heal
But one from the hammer, get a nigga killed
Fill a nigga up, then it's for real
We gon' hit a nigga up and split a nigga's meal
Yeah, if niggas actin' how they feel
Then I pull it out the jacket, get to clappin' like a seal
Yeah, kidnappin' the little ones
Throwin' bitch niggas off the back of the buildings
I hope you know how to fly, and sincerely
I would do the same thing to everyone you live with
Everything you stand for, send them to the heaven sky
We some F.A. boy, kick fight (yeah), gettin' played every time
We some F.A. boy, kick fight (yeah), gettin' played every time
We some F.A. boy, kick fight (yeah), gettin' played every time
Uh-huh
Swung by on the car phone, niggas looking
Six pots on the stove, everybody cooking
Jet life over hoes, fuck how you took it
I'ma shoot you straight, bro, everybody crooked
Wrist was large, but we took it
We not pushing
61 and a pile of hydraulics and new bushings
Sitting outside, blind, know how to push it
To the limit, just how Scarface did it
All them Rosรฉ lyrics, put some OJ in it
A little cut on that henny, stack it, spin it
We in them vintage, briber spins us
I'm that nigga, they just made my image
This guy giving nine gimmicks
It's that championship for pendants
First place, medals, golden cup
The winners have entered
Rachel Glazer to us
Trap a squad, what?
Till infinity
Yeah, what you want?
Uh, what nigga?
Yo why you rhyming like you killing niggas
You ain't never feel a trigger screaming at your real, but you're still beginners
I make examples out you ample rapper smack you make you trample
Backwards, catch you falling flat to strap you back in pampers
That's a sample just to let you know
Test me and invest in soul
Especially on some flesh meets men was left on skulls
Those opposing holding grudges will be holding crutches
Motherfuckers blasting me, that's blasphemy I'm old to run, bitch
Who the toughest is rough as they come, I'll snuff them
Anyone that you're bluffing my name ain't punished shot for nothing
Keep puffing and puffing, I blew your face (face)
If one million say so my ace in the hole a wrinkle assassin, be triple-saison
Chasing popo out, I bought a town local till I parked the ground
In my coffin, tossed into the lost and found
Down and deep beneath the weather in my leather chai
Six feet forever half asleep Ross niggas never die
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