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HuhAyy, Rip Hamp niggaYou know you what it is, I'ma real 38 BabyYou hear me?What y'all want?Believe thatThe preacher told him slow down, his mama said the sameHe never knew that it was gon' turn out this wayDemon's eyes, ain't no love, he grew up 'round nothin' but thugsHe got some niggas he want dead because they went 'gainst the grainBitch, we gettin' at anything, who want problems?We solve them with them choppas, better be careful whatchu' sayin'If they don't call the laws, who gon' stop us?We send shit to the doctor, bitch, we tryin' to kill you and your mansI'ma tell you like this, bitch, how I'm supposed to, now my bros want to show youHuh, you made a song now, what's that's gon' do?How would you feel if a nigga tried to ho you?I'ma tell you what I'm gon' do, I'ma put this pistol on you, leave you stretched how they was 'posed toYou mouthing like them hoes do, I bust your domeNiggas wicked on that fuck shit, you gon' get it, boy I niggaI'm the sickest, he want smoke?I kill the business, make it known, niggaBitch, your ass to rest outside this fuckin' club like it's your home niggaFacts, you act bad, we on your ass, we get you gone, niggaSlatt, I say "blat, " they blow the strap, you hit the ground niggaHold on now (Brr, boom, bow, boom, boom) makin' sounds niggaTry and everybody die in the streets, ain't no wrong niggaThe preacher told him slow down, his mama said the sameHe never knew that it was gon' turn out this wayDemon's eyes, ain't no love, he grew up 'round nothin' but thugsHe got some niggas he want dead because they went 'gainst the grainBitch, we gettin' at anything, who want problems?We solve them with them choppas, better be careful whatchu' sayin'If they don't call the laws, who gon' stop us?We send shit to the doctor, bitch, we tryin' to kill you and your mansAin't no talkin' back to back, bitch I'ma show youAnd I can put this on Boo, we gon wet up every block you try to run toThem choppas get to clappin' when we come throughI'ma do some shit that Dump doWe gon' shoot up the whole car and pray we slumped youRun down with the strap and knock off his cap, they know it's murderYou claim you a gangster, then catch a body what you worth forZip up everybody, that's what we hollerin', "It's a purge, " forThey stepped on my nigga, that's what the fuck we been encouraged forThe preacher told him slow down, his mama said the sameHe never knew that it was gon' turn out this wayDemon's eyes, ain't no love, he grew up 'round nothin' but thugsHe got some niggas he want dead because they went 'gainst the grainBitch, we gettin' at anything, who want problems?We starve them with them choppas, better be careful whatchu' sayin'If they don't call the laws, who gon' stop us?We send shit to the doctor, bitch, we tryin' to kill you and your mansIf they don't call the laws, who gon' stop us?We send shit to the doctor, ohh yeahYou know whatchu' sayin?Don DaddaKill you and your mansHuh?
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