Thus the nigga in that casket hotboxin How many muthafuckers wanna empty out they glocks in me The gangbangers most wanted The first nigga caught me in my side And my set didn't ride So I'm locc to the mutherfucking brain 50 pounds of dank in my casket I'm bout to take my last splift Before I make that move to insane Records of a criminal for baby killin nothin 40 ounces wit my game Them niggas that kill they momma for some fame For the ripgut trigga to hit what muthafuckers in my aim; Even my momma tried to take me out the game By heating up some Brandy and taking it to the dome because I came; With the siccness and it's just the dank that I smoke Making me load that millimeter putting deuce up in your throat; Murder she wrote, in the book, as a gang related homicide Reality check nigga for the fact she giving it up It's suicide for the do or the die True or the die each time One after each as I creep through the streets With a 9 millimeter up under my seat I packs heat, deep cuz a nigga like me can't be played cheap; blink, before I'm leaving this niggas guts up in the street; peep, ever since nigga deep I gotta carry me something Cuz everywhere I go niggas 12 gauge pumping Oh one thing to know when my 44 bust I'm taking them niggas brains hookin em up And murderin niggas up Then I give it up, then I'm in the cut 5 triple 0 double o Mosburg pump Point it at your grill Ready to bust for the fact some call me still The hardest nigga in that casket hotboxing So to those muthafuckers that wanna empty out they glocks in me; Think 24 times fool fo you come wit yo punk 9's Cuz nigga you nigga me, my oozie say its dinnertime That ripgut cannibal mind for the shit that make them violent crimes; That's atheist so feel the sign A deadman walkin
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