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Free the gang, I'm yelling it till they all home
Fresh out and I went and copped me a long chrome
Ten years my razor was in my jaw bone
In the yard, the pack was stashed in my long johns
Say something, the Kay don't graze nothing
Homie got trapped by the feds
I hope he don't say nothing
On the block, stomach touching
I'm ready to take something
Shake something
My ouzie it break something
Real to the core
My gang don't fake nothing
Going through it so many years
Like my karma broke
Mail call getting k2 in a envelope
I'm with all kinda smoke
I'll get ya mamma smoked
On the dance floor, Hands on
In my cell on my Samsung
Seen more skin ripped than a planton
Fresh out ain't nothing to go back
Pull up In all black
I'm leaving em all flat
If it's on then It's on
I just make a call
Mask on, gats drawn
We gon dead em all
Chopsticks, mop sticks
Leave they head on floors
Verbal intercourse
We gon leave em f*cked of course

It's Mac

I was taught by old heads
That emotions is for bitches
And if you catch a body
Then you gotta kill the witness
Pray the Lord gon forgive us
For what we do in the trenches
Not a game or a scrimmage
I gotta handle my business
And it's ten toes
Extra cartridge like Nintendo
Catch a bullet like you standing in the end zone
I got birds like a pet shop bitch
You my son
Watch how you talkin to ya step pops bitch
I got the game in a choke
On some headlock shit
My bars hard like tryin to ID a head shot Vic
Shoot em close rage
Bullets got no name
I'll spin ya block
Put something in ya top like rogaine
Tats on ya face make you easy to spot
Put a hole in ya chest same size as a pot
Moving out the trap house
Got the line down the block
Fire a shot
Let it ring like I'm tying a knot

Better stay low, If we beefing
Cuz I'll pull up on ya block
Get the drop
And I got it on me
Yea yea yea
Cuz if the drama's on
Have you looking both ways
I'll catch you broad day
It don't matter to me