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We represent destruction, nigga | Death, mayhem, murder and madness, nigga | You try me, you gon' die
We represent destruction, nigga Death, mayhem, murder and madness, nigga You try me, you gon' die You try to score us, you gon' die Pourin' up drank, sippin' Wock by the paint Rich nigga, I buy you my friendship with the bank My boujie bitch be actin' like she loyal, but she ain't Fell in love with a hood rat and she walk stank My brother down the road with a 'xtendo on his chain Felt like I can do whatever, never say I can't I won't move off my emotions, I'ma always think Tracker on his car, catch him at the body bank I'm an Eastside nigga with a bankroll Used to call this country, "They Don't Want No Gun Smoke" I'm with this shit, but countin' money more fun though All the opps say they hard, why they run for? All these choppers, I can open up a gun store Really street, I ain't goin' for the guts though Give you cash money, I can't give no fuck though Buck shots in his stomach, now his guts gone Walk that nigga down Walk that nigga down, walk that nigga down Walk that nigga down, walk that nigga down Walk that nigga down, walk that nigga down Put your man down, better not make a sound Brand new diamond bad and they hold a hundred rounds I ain't hit no kids, 'cause I walk my man down I won't hit no kids, I'ma walk my man down AK or the SK? Late night, broad day .223 change your heart rate Nigga softer than a parfait Used to serve in a hallway Nigga sold me a bag, it was all shake Called him back, like, "I want eight" (hello?) Thought I came to shop, but it was all tape Pussy, you know what I'm on, pussy You only tough on the camera phone, pussy I ain't finna rob you, get your gamble on, pussy Y'all the type of niggas we put hammers on, pussy Beef about a bitch, you a tender dick rookie I can't even cap, 'cause baby mama shit gushy Amiri jeans stuffed with them blues, all tookie Used to sell the gas, now we sell it all cookie Walk that nigga down Walk that nigga down, walk that nigga down Walk that nigga down, walk that nigga down Walk that nigga down, walk that nigga down Put your man down, better not make a sound Brand new diamond bad and they hold a hundred rounds I ain't hit no kids, 'cause I walk my man down (I won't hit no kids, I'ma walk my man down) This hood shit don't matter But when my nigga die, somebody gotta answer Told him put his gun down And he didn't make it to another November Told my bro to leave town But he don't have the bread to really leave the gutter And I'm startin' to wonder Gotta find ways to not go under Bro wants to kill again Told him, "Be patient, you don't kill civilians" The drop'll come back at it for drillin' Now it'll pray for war But if it comes, niggas know what we built for Niggas know what we built for Shootouts in the winter, bro cop bigger Finally came home, but to no real niggas Just us and liquor, his old girl, but he don't miss her He ain't the same, he can't be with her Oh Tell me how to cope right Too many dead friends, it rains for the whole night Tell me you had a cruel ride Locked in the cell and you hearin' that your bro died No state of mind If a nigga trips, don't waste no time Still love, still love We spin and this nigga's claimin' crowd Bro wants to kill again Told him, "Be patient, these boys civilians" The drop'll come back at, back at, but, really We'll never miss, we'll never miss Bro wants to kill again Told him, "Be patient, you don't kill civilians" The drop'll come back at it for drillin' Now it'll pray for war But if it comes, niggas know what we built for Niggas know what we built for Oh
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