Another Body Drops
2005.03.11. 11:34
Till Death Do Us Part (2004)
[Verse One] My first mission Running through the hood with small jacks My memories popping in my head recall that Late night creeping through the alley with six dudes Scraped up everybody focused no mixed views The sawed off pump in my hand with two shells The other four homies on the scene with cocktails One nigga looking for po po Someone looking through windows The doorbells go followed by the pump and gas bomb Adrenaline pumped up Still I remain calm House lit up You can see it for eight blocks Running through the hood Running from them fake cops They gave chase but they couldnt cover the streets up We broke out ran into the spot to meet up Strapped down cover up the tracks And back home Lay low earn me a strap Perfect
[Chorus 4X] Shoot Em Up Bang Bang Another body drop You can't stop the hip-hop
[Verse Two] I'll hit your block up Better lock up Fuck the gangsta shit, it don't stop a I'm mad dog with the bomb in the regal Going to the mall, and kill all your people Coast to coast, and a lil more evil The maniac killer Car so diesel Ride the block with m16 44 mag Fit this here hand grenade I'll break it off right quick Niggaz be duckin when they see my bucket Roll down their block they high they say fuck it Jump back and forth Like a assassin 30 yards with the inferred action True pistolire Black Doc Holiday Just a true raider of the modern day
[Chorus 4X]
[Verse Three] I ran all missions When I was a youth so thoughtless G ride no fingerprints, its spotless 6 4 sitting on easy we got this Rag top down like a stripper we topless See me hit the corner you melt down Slugs fly thugf die moment you fell down Somebody screaming yo get the hell down I'm certified nigga, where you sitting is spell bound Your dogs walking, just hearing the hell hounds Burn you with the heaters spitting out 12 rounds Its life in the hood No escaping the gun play One day I'm out, gotta figure out some way Rats in the park Dark scattering thugs spray Got you locked in, not one slug was stray I found ways out, but it seems to be one way Gotta duck my darts back until Sunday
[Chorus 4X]
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