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(I got Hitman on the beat)There ain't no love for herI been M. I. A. though(Marcuss, you killin' the beat)Ayy, fuck ya, fuck ya tooMurder gangI ain't tryna say a thing, nigga, I can barely thinkI said I quit for seven days and then I'm back on drankI been tryna calm down, nigga, you should do the sameStill ain't puttin' these guns downall I know is leave a stainHold on, I got a reason 'bout why I came through bleedin'Bitch, this for my brothers up in jailand they can't see meReal gang baby, dealin' with these demons, it ain't easyThey say that I go crazy, pistols blazin'straps got built in beams inIf I said it, bitch I mean itGettin' dirty with my clean assDouble R, back then, it used to be a blue Jaug'Dirty bitches want cash, fall for it, my wrong assPlay games, I can't passOnly thing I want is you smashedDirty bitch, you ain't my hoedon't call my phone witcho' dog assYou fuckin' 'round with the other sidedon't be inside when that car crash4. 0 flat, with my hood on, got a twelve gauge like I'm MilatNawfisde, man, I spin through thatPussy nigga won't make it back, XD and I'm full of magsYoungin' out the window like, "I told ya" (Bitch, I told ya)Tryna knock yo' motherfuckin'' head from off yo' shouldersYou want beef? OkayI been doin' this for too long, son, yeahI say "Murder, you know we gon' get you gone, son" (Stretch)I ain't tryna say a thing, nigga, I can barely thinkI said I quit for seven days and then I'm back on drankI been tryna calm down, nigga, you should do the sameStill ain't puttin' these guns downall I know is leave a stainHold on, I got a reason 'bout why I came through bleedin'Bitch, this for my brothers up in jailand they can't see meReal gang baby, dealin' with these demons, it ain't easyThey say that I go crazy, pistols blazin'straps got built in beams inAin't with me, I say that they all around for that reasonOh Lord, tell 'em "Fuck 'em"now they say that they don't need meThey can't get that money on they own, so they subpoena meHold on, broke bitch, my top backone opp black, red sceneryI'm the one who pulled up luxury machinin'I'm the one who made them youngins go step on himFuck that nigga, can'tI ain't tryna say a thing, nigga, I can barely thinkI said I quit for seven days and then I'm back on drankI been tryna calm down, nigga, you should do the sameStill ain't puttin' these guns downall I know is leave a stainHold on, I got a reason 'bout why I came through bleedin'Bitch, this for my brothers up in jailand they can't see meReal gang baby, dealin' with these demons, it ain't easyThey say that I go crazy, pistols blazin', strapsgot built in beams in
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