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I'm a little superstitious\nGot my black suit on, they say I am acting suspicious\nBig gun in my palm, look like my arm is missing\nAyo one MC, two MC\nWhen my gun out, everybody goes down\nWord on the street, these boys get butter\nFuck with me, nigga, 'cause this straight gutta\nAyo one MC, two MC\nWhen my gun out, everybody goes down\nWord on the street, these boys get butter\nFuck with me, nigga, 'cause this straight gutta\nGot my black suit on, we get malicious\nHanz On checking in for the squad, he on his pivot\nGot them big guns, make 'em disappear, call 'em wizards\nWill oblige, till you meet your demise, this shit is physics\nMr. Barka newest G on the block, he is the shizit\nSuffer Mossberg wounds to ya frame, you move a smidgen\nHanz rollin' with the man he the Meth, pay you a visit\nPrerequisite have them all in the dirt, they all can get it\nUsed to percolate the crack in the pot, until it dried\nNow I am occupying spots on your block, that shit is aye\nAnd when we popping off the gun at your top, we make it pie\nYou better take another look at your seeds, and holla bye\nYo as far as ma'fuckas concerned, yo this is it\nJohn Blaze press a button on dudes, they getting hit\nAs far as guns and that street shit go, my niggas fit\nHanz on with the cavalry yo, we in the mix\nAyo one MC, two MC\nWhen my gun out, everybody goes down\nWord on the street, these boys get butter\nFuck with me, nigga, 'cause this straight gutta\nAyo one MC, two MC\nWhen my gun out, everybody goes down\nWord on the street, these boys get butter\nFuck with me, nigga, 'cause this straight gutta\nI got 28, 38's, 48 machine guns\nWu-Tang recon, check out the retard\nI want that boat money carrying my green card\nCaesar planet of the grapes in the weed jar\nI'm straight gutta, mind on butta\nEverything dirty, wear rubber for the come up\nBlock nigga shine like a 5D shutta\nRed, Hanz and Street run this mother\nWe getting beaucoup scrilla\nMy brothers on they grind\nNot another Columbine, call me new school killa\nScoop of French vanilla, brought a deuce deuce with her\nI might pull a Lil Jon and let a Bruce Bruce hit her\nI'll be gone till November, gon' cry me a river\nYou could die, but I figure I'ma try and be the bigger man\nI and my gorillas, they gonna fry 'em up for dinner\nLike them boys from Cypress Hill said (How I could just kill a man)\nAyo one MC, two MC\nWhen my gun out, everybody goes down\nWord on the street, these boys get butter\nFuck with me, nigga, 'cause this straight gutta\nAyo one MC, two MC\nWhen my gun out, everybody goes down\nWord on the street, these boys get butter\nFuck with me, nigga, 'cause this straight gutta","syncedLyrics":"[00:19.74] I'm from the killa killa hill, we keep it real consistent\n[00:22.43] For that dollar dollar bill, we will murder you in an instant\n[00:25.05] Fuck what your name is, you'll be non-existent\n[00:27.46] If you ever try to show any form of resistance\n[00:30.05] I'm strong in the hood. I'm in a good position\n[00:32.80] When I walk they salute, when I talk they all listen\n[00:35.45] You acting the part like you in an audition\n[00:38.24] Where shoot out's in the parks is a daily tradition\n[00:40.72] This is modern warfare, we play with live ammunition\n[00:43.06] Shot through your third eye, will change your whole disposition\n[00:45.77] The body never lie, call me the mortician\n[00:48.10] Every death got a story to tell, so pay attention\n[00:50.70] Premonitions on my life, slip the banana clip in\n[00:53.61] Never put your hat on the bed. 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I'm in a good position\n When I walk they salute, when I talk they all listen\n You acting the part like you in an audition\n Where shoot out's in the parks is a daily tradition\n This is modern warfare, we play with live ammunition\n Shot through your third eye, will change your whole disposition\n The body never lie, call me the mortician\n Every death got a story to tell, so pay attention\n Premonitions on my life, slip the banana clip in\n Never put your hat on the bed. 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I'm in a good position\nWhen I walk they salute, when I talk they all listen\nYou acting the part like you in an audition\nWhere shoot out's in the parks is a daily tradition\nThis is modern warfare, we play with live ammunition\nShot through your third eye, will change your whole disposition\nThe body never lie, call me the mortician\nEvery death got a story to tell, so pay attention\nPremonitions on my life, slip the banana clip in\nNever put your hat on the bed. 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I'm in a good position\n When I walk they salute, when I talk they all listen\n You acting the part like you in an audition\n Where shoot out's in the parks is a daily tradition\n This is modern warfare, we play with live ammunition\n Shot you through your third eye, will change your whole disposition\n The body never lie, call me the mortician\n Every death has a story to tell, so pay attention\n Premonitions on my life, slip the banana clip in\n Never put your hat on the bed. I'm a little superstitious\n Got my black suit on, they say I am acting suspicious\n Big gun in my palm, look like my arm is missing\n\n Ayo one MC two MC\n When my gun out, everybody goes down\n Word on the street, these boys get butter\n Fuck with me, nigga, cause this straight gutta\n\n Got my black suit on, we get malicious\n Hanz On checking in for the squad, he on his pivot\n Got them big guns, make 'em disappear, call 'em wizards\n Will oblige, till you meet your demise, this shit is physics\n Mr. Barka newest gee on the block, he is the shizit\n Suffer Mossberg wounds to ya frame, you move a smidgen\n Hanz rollin with the man he the Meth, pay you a visit\n Prerequisite have them all in the dirt. They all can get it\n Used to percolate the crack in the pot, until it dried\n Now I am occupying spots on your block, that shit is aye\n And when we popping off the gun at your top, we make it pie\n You better take another look at your seeds, and holla bye\n Yo as far as ma'fuckas concerned, yo this is it\n John Blaze press a button on dudes, they getting hit\n As far as guns & that street shit go, my niggas fit\n Hanz on with the cavalry yo, we in the mix\n\n Ayo one MC two MC\n When my gun out, everybody goes down\n Word on the street, these boys get butter\n Fuck with me, nigga, cause this straight gutta\n\n I got 28 38's 48 machine guns\n Wu-Tang recon, check out the return\n I want that boat money carrying my green card\n Caesar planet of the grapes in the weed jar\n I straight gutta, mind on butta\n Everything dirty wear a rubber for the come up\n Block nigga shine like a 5D shutta\n Red, Hanz & Street run this mother\n\n We getting buku scrilla\n My brothers on their grind\n Not another Columbine call me new school killa\n Scoop of French vanilla brought a duce duce with her\n I might pull a Lil Jon and let the bruce bruce hit her\n I'll be gone till November gon' cry me a river\n You could die, but I figure I'ma try and be the bigger man\n I and my gorillas, they gonna fry em up for dinner\n Like them boys from Cypress Hill said (how I could just kill a man)\n\n Ayo one MC two MC\n When my gun out, everybody goes down\n Word on the street, these boys get butter\n Fuck with me, nigga, cause this straight gutta\n"}]