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[Afta Maff]
Hey, let me hear that first Nineteen-ninety Afta Cleveland up in this muthafucka Afta Maff up in this muthafucka, bitch Flesh-N-Bone Son of a bitch, you`ll be runnin` up all the time Tryin` to test my hood I`m chillin` up in my hood up to no good Punk bitch, I wish you would, and flippin` the script And pop in my clip, and puttin` my pump-pump on ya And lettin` you see the fire in my eyes And now that ass is a fuckin` goner You can run up, gun up, and try to test me at will I`m fillin` you playa haters with nothin` but favors So bitch, you be guardin` your grill for real My niggas got no fame, it`s breakin` you son-of-a-bitches off You fuckin` around with the big boss And I always got my Nina Ross Ain`t catchin` a nigga slippin` up at the lights So don`t trip, and takin` a hit of the sticky-sticky As I unload my clip, and thuggin` up in the Land And ya know we straight hustlas, and Never to be no bustas, and (?) say fuck ya (Gunfire) Kam-, Kam-, Kamikaze, come, come, come, come down Niggas better not slippin`, come again ? niggas better not slip when I`m up to no good Kam-, Kam-, Kamikaze, come, come, come, come [Afta Maff] Afta Maff`s comin` down your ass With the aerial strike body snatchin` me ? And deadly close and copper stress Gettin` away is slight And I ask myself what`s the reason for that treason that you committed Open up killin` season, now it`s time To get your fuckin` wig splitted Playa haters be makin` me relax into a dead spell again Somebody should have told them fuckin` With the Mo Thug your life expectancy ends Murder, like adrenaline, puts a physcotic Thought through my brain waves Muder mo, welcome to the terror-dome Flashbacks of me diggin` graves Torturin` slaves in the days Losin` my grip on reality, paranormal combat Hollow points always givin` me a flawless fatality Even bustin` at shadows is a muthafucka`s ? Lettin`Kamikaze and Flesh-N-Bone decapitatin` you bitches` Dome with the chrome and infrared scan To stick clear is a safety tip From the docks to the Clair Me and my and niggas is emptyin` clips (clips, clips, clips, clips, clips, clips, clips, clips) (Inserting of clips, cocking of gun, gunshots) [Flesh] You niggas pop off at the mouth Time to stop or shots drop they ass Make `em shut up they lip When we empty the clip on the Double Glock Trouble, now: Flesh and the Afta Maff Look out, my niggas, can`t go when drop down my time Time to get it, hit it, grindin` on the double nine Find plenty ways to get the money, me money `Cause then I`m a splurge on my kind Sippin` on a fifth of Rose wine Yeah, the Flesh-N-, the Flesh-N-muthafuckin` Bone Gettin` my tipsy on strong, always stay packin` that chrome Hopped in the (?) headed for the north Swerve, thug stroll, seventeenth up and against the ground Repeated the MAC-11, let a sound Kick, pump rounds, spit off my rounds Hop on my block, gotta get this click But they`re stickin` their guns to me Thought that they got me, but I`m not, see Murder ? that glock pop pop bullets Empty out the clips, feel no sympathy for The people that I`m buckin` they lay Put `em in a grave Away they stay shot the fuck up When my niggas they spray Should he pray to be saved? Hell yeah, but still no one came to your rescue Pop a lip on my corner, nigga, you`s a goner Mo Thug be the niggas who test you, put you to rest Fool, and there ain`t nothin` you can do to stop me From makin` this call up to my dogs Racin` over with the heat and makin` sure that you takin` a fall All y`all want fuck with Flesh and the Afta Maff Then well, learnin` my lesson with this Wesson I`m a empty the clip on my weapon If a playa hater want to keep on stressin` Murder mo, murder mo... Mo murda, mo murda, come come again Come on, tell ya can`t feel the Afta Maff `Cause your lies gettin` larger by the seconds And ain`t snatched but then ? While your soul slowly gets reincarnated But it`s evident you heard the possibilities But you was over-estimated And you expected me to look deep in your eyes And bow down to scandalous way But see survival be one of the reasons thugs Be packin` their shit for protection When situations are life and death A real true gon` result to elimination For instance, I`m on the block Servin` stones to dope fiends Droppin` them dubs down `til this knucklehead Wannabe thug tried to test my nuts for the showdown So I grabbed my security blanket, nigga My man, let`s deal now with the pearl handles Spit out them hollow point tips `Cause they`re still rollin` for me And now they aimin` for me But my bitch, Nina Ross, is so freaky she started penetratin` See, niggas be thinkin` they got the game - All sewed up and ready maintain I`m pullin` the trigger to blow out your brain Now, I told ya, Mo Thug was insane Soldiers ride against the terror (Cocking of gun, emptying of clip)
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