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[Verse 1]
I`m gangsta steppin Representin my block Jokes be the name 702 comin through yo hood Putting hollow slugs all up in your brain All up in yo gang I`m givin a fuck I be the one thats gunnin for fun Sin City gang with a ?? You can hang with the Sin City gang Fuck no I`m ridin dirty With the heat in my hand Stay bumpin when I`m swervin All days to the curbin Wonderin why the bottle keeps turnin I`m creepin and callin your homies Up on it and you callin for help But nobodys there Now I`mt he suspect of a bloodbath And I left him dead cuz nobody cares Joke doggy dogg bringin heat everywhere that I go Cuz a gangsta like me will bust back And a bulletproof vest on my chest in case anybody blast Fuck that I`m ridin Wearin all black wit a hard hat hangin low over my eyes And the briefcase right by my side 9-milla glock and a chrome .45 and I know That all of my murderers Heard of this gangsta crackin necks Runnin all night with a jet black 9 In a g-ride killin up your whole set Givin a damn with a strap in my hand Unloadin on every punto that I can Fuckin up playas in Las Vegas And erasin these hataz is the masterplan bitch [Chorus] So know whatchu gon` do When we hit them sticks And hit your block Like some maniac ridaz So sick and do shit to you Ripley`s wouldn`t believe We got some other sick tricks Hidden up our sleeves So just pass the liquor Pass the weed Pass us the PCP And you gon` see How we pull straps out of our hat and bust caps And make you bitch ass niggaz take foreverlong naps [Verse 2] I twist `em up like a tornado Turned tasmanian Crack a cranium Devlish like that evil motherfucker Damian Cuttin loose I`m startin funk like Fox Doom juice with doom roots I`m rippin fruit loops apart I`m infested with the doom Infected with the plague Got a bitch to lick my wounds My enemies is dead Pay attention, then I rinse down with siccmade niggaz That`ll kill a bitchmade nigga Twist `em like a french braid nigga Jump on the place I`m meetin Osama Bin Laden You betta jump on your cellular phone And call your mama Cuz aint nobody gon` make it home It`s all drama As I parachute out that motherfucker I yell geroni-MO But you don`t hear me though At 30,000 feet up in the air it`s impossible See I`m that nigga That`ll land in a bitches yard Dick hard enough to cut through A pack of glass and in barge And get my fuck on Up in her crib I don`t need her permission Cuz I aint gonna let her live I stay sick with it And come equipped with it After I finish with that bitch they know Eklypse did it [Chorus] [Verse 3] I`m fresh out the county jail Just graduated from an anger management program I like to punish niggaz Slow your roll like a traffic jam It`s that nigga with a frown turned upside down I keep it rough nigga style I walk the walk I talk the talk It aint that punk David Banner It`s the motherfuckin hawk Chokin bitch niggaz out But I keep it gangsta with the sawed-off Your body hard off Your motherfuckin face be tore off Gotta keep it gangsta Because we dog bitch niggaz Got itchy fingers Along with triggas that`ll scratch em And load `em up unload `em And let bitch niggaz have it Ghetto savage My claws 3 loaded automatics That`ll rip your ass like Wolverine When I`m on that OE and Listerine A grousome scene Send him home and get shot in the neck Have your bitch ass smokin a stick Just to deal with his death Now 1 plus 1 equal 2 Thats what I assume And many bitch niggaz hang with other bitch niggaz I got him now I`m comin after you I put it in and do him So hop your bitch ass in this effect Make no mistake Yeah nigga you dead I take his soul across the foggy lake No escape Bing the chalk And the yellow tape It`s just another flat-footed cop Closin a bloody murder case I aint playin no games And I aint speakin in riddles But you niggaz is sweet and colorful Like a bag of skittles All about my skrilla and bits Always pack pistols It`s kinda mystical And thug niggaz appear like ninjas Off my gangsta whistle Apocolyptic season if the sickness You must forget I reveal the strongest weakness When I hit yo block and leave you wicked Some niggaz call me a demon Cuz I see the future livin grousome Creep up on a snake ass nigga like an eagle Sin City Dark angel
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