(Gunshots & Tire Screeching)
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(Chorus)
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Nigga, my gun go off
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You see the barrell turnin´
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You feel the hollows burnin´
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Nigga now you learnin´
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Nigga, my gun go off
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Call it attempted murder
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Nigga I´m tryin to merk ya,
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When I come back bustin´
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Nigga, my gun go off
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Don´t try to say I´m trippin´
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When I get to flippin´
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Then I smack the clip in,
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Nigga, my gun go off
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We call it putting work in,
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Leavin niggas hurtin,
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Homocide´s learkin´
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My gun go off
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(Verse 1)
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F**k Boy you can see it to believe it
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Tryna dodge and wave it end up a parapelegic
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Believe me its easy
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I´ll hurt you, I´ll merk you, I´ll pop summin´
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Drop summin´, I aint gonna stop hunting
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Run run till you´re spun
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One shot One gun
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One-9...
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1-1 emergency,
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It´s murder, B
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It´s excellent execution when I´m pulling the trigger
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No mistake for that cake
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I´m hittin you and your niggas
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Feel the flame when I aim,
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For the top of your brain
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See the spark and the bang,
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Nigga shit ain´t a game
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Do the math or get blast
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Bullets go through the glass
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Go through your ass fast
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And the leather seat sittin Ave.
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Its not a war when there´s casualties on one side
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I ride
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Turn it up on you niggas after Jay ride by
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I click-clack thats that i don´t flash, i mash
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I wave the Uzi at em,
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I make a movie out em.
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(Chorus)
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Nigga, my gun go off
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You see the barrell turnin´
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You feel the hollows burnin´
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Nigga now you learnin´
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Nigga, my gun go off
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Call it attempted murder
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Nigga I´m tryin to merk ya,
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When I come back bustin´
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Nigga, my gun go off
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Don´t try to say I´m trippin´
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When I get to flippin´
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Then I smack the clip in,
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Nigga, my gun go off
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We call it putting work in,
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Leavin niggas hurtin,
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Homocide´s learkin´
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My gun go off
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(Verse 2)
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You better lose yourself in the moment
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Use it, F**k the music I´ma let it go
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You only get one shot before I back out and fire back
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At ya hat, ya back, ya ass crack, ya nutsack.
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Your caddilac if you make it to that,
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I´m hitting that
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The 70´s was smack
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The 80´s crack.
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The 90´s was grimey
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Millenium mac man
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Clips on the whips I ride in em
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Bad bitches I ride inn em
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Dont worry i´ll get ´em
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Gat Jammed or un-jammed
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God dam Safest the safety dont work
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Squeeze the eagle, it chirp.
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End up faced down in the dirt
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More than hurt,
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Bring the beef where you hang out,
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Bang out,
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Shots ring out.
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Hit your shoulders tryin to blow your brains out.
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Hit your homies in their legs,
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Bet they have their canes out tomorrow
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You kno tomorrow´s just a day away,
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If you can keep your heart beatin´ then your ass awake.
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(Chorus)
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Nigga, my gun go off
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You see the barrell turnin´
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You feel the hollows burnin´
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Nigga now you learnin´
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Nigga, my gun go off
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Call it attempted murder
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Nigga I´m tryin to merk ya,
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When I come back bustin´
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Nigga, my gun go off
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Don´t try to say I´m trippin´
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When I get to flippin´
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Then I smack the clip in,
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Nigga, my gun go off
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We call it putting work in,
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Leavin niggas hurtin,
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Homocide´s learkin´
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My gun go off
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My Gun Go Off
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