Damn Jman, hop out, 'bop bop',
Leave em where he stand
He should've had his weapon,
But he died without his f*ckin' gen
We hop out the car and we walk down
With big boy F&N
To every motherf*cker I done hit,
I bet i'll hit again
We take pipes around this way,
Don't around here you'll lose ya gen
We them yns, hop out them cars and kill bout two of ya friends
Pussy boy better know not to tweak,
We run down with the fan
I creep down your street, load up the drac' and leave em where he stand
We leave shit D.O.A, crack his face,
No need for ambulance
We almost left a nigga stanky,
But that nigga f*ckin' ran
Many times niggas got stepped on,
Cause they think a nigga playin
We come through swingin them sticks and drums
Like a damn marching band
Oh you diss the 3? Said what bout me?
Thats how you lose ya life
I might crack a 4, but not the 3,
So don't even f*ckin' try
Nigga talk like I won't spin his house,
In fact, lets spin tonight
Pull up with a 40, shoot while he sleep,
Make sure he f*ckin die
Im gon' creep down roanoke with my ski,
And maybe bout 3 pipes
Boy im bout to rock out, let him pop out,
Shoot em in his eye
I left his ass twitching down the street,
He couldn't win the fight
And he deceased so I say:
"dead man, dead man, nigga, come alive"
Go stand over him, if you can't do it,
Yall gon see the light
Walk shit down, dead to the ground,
Then run off with a nigga fye
Nigga try to snake me,
Im gon blow em like a dynamite
One thing bout me, Jman might tell a joke,
But I won't tell no lie
Catch em at the party,
7.62 blow his brains away
Niggas hear that blrrt,
They duckin shots comin from every way
I done got the drop on where you sleep,
Lil nigga yeen safe
Creep outside ya window,
This extendo blow shit out of place
Damn Jman, hop out, 'bop bop',
Leave em where he stand
He should've had his weapon,
But he died without his f*ckin' gen
We hop out the car and we walk down
With big boy F&N
To every motherf*cker I done hit,
I bet i'll hit again
We take pipes around this way,
Don't around here you'll lose ya gen
We them yns, hop out them cars and kill bout two of ya friends
Pussy boy better know not to tweak,
We run down with the fan
I creep down your street, load up the drac' and leave em where he stand
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Damn Jman, hop out, 'bop bop',
Leave em where he stand
He should've had his weapon,
But he died without his f*ckin' gen
We hop out the car and we walk down
With big boy F&N
To every motherf*cker I done hit,
I bet i'll hit again
We take pipes around this way,
Don't around here you'll lose ya gen
We them yns, hop out them cars and kill bout two of ya friends
Pussy boy better know not to tweak,
We run down with the fan
I creep down your street, load up the drac' and leave em where he stand
We leave shit D.O.A, crack his face,
No need for ambulance
We almost left a nigga stanky,
But that nigga f*ckin' ran
Many times niggas got stepped on,
Cause they think a nigga playin
We come through swingin them sticks and drums
Like a damn marching band
Oh you diss the 3? Said what bout me?
Thats how you lose ya life
I might crack a 4, but not the 3,
So don't even f*ckin' try
Nigga talk like I won't spin his house,
In fact, lets spin tonight
Pull up with a 40, shoot while he sleep,
Make sure he f*ckin die
Im gon' creep down roanoke with my ski,
And maybe bout 3 pipes
Boy im bout to rock out, let him pop out,
Shoot em in his eye
I left his ass twitching down the street,
He couldn't win the fight
And he deceased so I say:
"dead man, dead man, nigga, come alive"
Go stand over him, if you can't do it,
Yall gon see the light
Walk shit down, dead to the ground,
Then run off with a nigga fye
Nigga try to snake me,
Im gon blow em like a dynamite
One thing bout me, Jman might tell a joke,
But I won't tell no lie
Catch em at the party,
7.62 blow his brains away
Niggas hear that blrrt,
They duckin shots comin from every way
I done got the drop on where you sleep,
Lil nigga yeen safe
Creep outside ya window,
This extendo blow shit out of place
Damn Jman, hop out, 'bop bop',
Leave em where he stand
He should've had his weapon,
But he died without his f*ckin' gen
We hop out the car and we walk down
With big boy F&N
To every motherf*cker I done hit,
I bet i'll hit again
We take pipes around this way,
Don't around here you'll lose ya gen
We them yns, hop out them cars and kill bout two of ya friends
Pussy boy better know not to tweak,
We run down with the fan
I creep down your street, load up the drac' and leave em where he stand
Leave em where he stand
He should've had his weapon,
But he died without his f*ckin' gen
We hop out the car and we walk down
With big boy F&N
To every motherf*cker I done hit,
I bet i'll hit again
We take pipes around this way,
Don't around here you'll lose ya gen
We them yns, hop out them cars and kill bout two of ya friends
Pussy boy better know not to tweak,
We run down with the fan
I creep down your street, load up the drac' and leave em where he stand
We leave shit D.O.A, crack his face,
No need for ambulance
We almost left a nigga stanky,
But that nigga f*ckin' ran
Many times niggas got stepped on,
Cause they think a nigga playin
We come through swingin them sticks and drums
Like a damn marching band
Oh you diss the 3? Said what bout me?
Thats how you lose ya life
I might crack a 4, but not the 3,
So don't even f*ckin' try
Nigga talk like I won't spin his house,
In fact, lets spin tonight
Pull up with a 40, shoot while he sleep,
Make sure he f*ckin die
Im gon' creep down roanoke with my ski,
And maybe bout 3 pipes
Boy im bout to rock out, let him pop out,
Shoot em in his eye
I left his ass twitching down the street,
He couldn't win the fight
And he deceased so I say:
"dead man, dead man, nigga, come alive"
Go stand over him, if you can't do it,
Yall gon see the light
Walk shit down, dead to the ground,
Then run off with a nigga fye
Nigga try to snake me,
Im gon blow em like a dynamite
One thing bout me, Jman might tell a joke,
But I won't tell no lie
Catch em at the party,
7.62 blow his brains away
Niggas hear that blrrt,
They duckin shots comin from every way
I done got the drop on where you sleep,
Lil nigga yeen safe
Creep outside ya window,
This extendo blow shit out of place
Damn Jman, hop out, 'bop bop',
Leave em where he stand
He should've had his weapon,
But he died without his f*ckin' gen
We hop out the car and we walk down
With big boy F&N
To every motherf*cker I done hit,
I bet i'll hit again
We take pipes around this way,
Don't around here you'll lose ya gen
We them yns, hop out them cars and kill bout two of ya friends
Pussy boy better know not to tweak,
We run down with the fan
I creep down your street, load up the drac' and leave em where he stand
Writer: Krashout Jman
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