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Death To My Enemies

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Dry niggas think we bullshittin' Yeah, yeah Nigga, try me, Sonny Best had the heat on him Walkin' out his clothes, get them out the street with him Boy, I put your body in a bag Run on me, I'm on the ass I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies Nigga, run on me, the ghouls and goblins come out Bushmaster on his yacht, drums will run out They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me Big Homie Me, I make the register ring I'm the cash cow They make the hammers ring They on your ass now Head, trigger, stand, nigga, yeah, niggas will flip Six or seven stars, let it off what you're with Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz If these know about the beef, you gon' still get dead It be a toadstone in your fuckin' grave, they think Had a ass in the breeze, so try to talk to the pigs I'm like Damien, nigga, when I start gettin' loose on you I bust things loose before you think I got a noose on you I make it hard to breathe I come with your hustle, air it out, make it hard to eat How you lookin' both ways like you crossin' the street If they try me, son, he best have the heat on him Whoopin' out his clothes, get them out the street with him Boy, I put your body in the bag Run on me, I'm on gas I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies Yeah, niggas send me the wrong message We gon' fuckin' kill them messengers Your old clique, hollow tits, it's a dead festival This ain't the Carter, nigga, this is the Sparta It's harder, I die, I be a martyr Respect me like a prodder Lit off a clip, I let a case on How your pussy ass runnin' like a race horse Follow orders now, gang, shoot his face off You can have one blast when it's made for us See how when you listen to me, you don't really care I was born with the tech, it's a birth defect I was deceived in the bins, ended up in the pens This what happen when the have-nots turn into sad squads Let the gang pop, boogie down on them bank blocks It's horrific, nah, it's terrific I got it if you sniff it Go ahead, nigga, twist it Get lifted, god damn, I'm gifted Try me, son, he best had the heat on him Hook him out his clothes, get them out the street with him Boy, I put your body in the bag Run on me, I'm on gas I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies Yeah I tell them ride on them, then they ride on them Get the line on them, then squeeze the nine on them Headshot, forty o'clock, floors mine on them It's a hit, now the joke's leavin' shines on them Now you can watch me, nigga, like the police Watch me, I move properly Bang, catch a shell, try and stop me F-430, spider, carbon fiber Hit my targets like al-Qaeda, natural fighter Rapid fire, it's sweet like apple cider Them at the fire, mass like Michael Myers It's awfully quiet when I get on my bullshit No smam, no laughs, you gets no badge You can explain to my niggas why they whoop your ass My ass itch when the money come, it's hard to explain it Last time it itched like this, a truckload came in Get money, get birdie, that's what I do, get hit Try me, son, he best had the heat on him Hook him out his clothes, get them out the street with him Boy, I put your body in the bag Run on me, I'm on gas I bring money to my niggas, they bring death to my enemies I bring money to my niggas, they bring death to my enemies

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