(feat. Loose Linx) [Intro: Why] Hahahaha, hahahahaha! You think you can defeat us? Speak to all gangsta, gangsta, gangsta [Why:] If you ain't ready to die, then let your man know Cuz I ain't responsible for where my hand go Gun is full of bullets nigga, just like Rambo So I ain't got worry 'bout reloadin' no ammo I'm 'bout my business nigga, don't get it twisted nigga And wit' a gun, I ain't that long distance nigga I get close enough to speak in whispers And send six shots up in you, what the cops is worth They pull up on you, fuck you up Won't hesitate to put them cuffs on you Thats why I'm, squeezin' the biscuit the minute they try me I refuse to get treated like Rodney and take forty one inside me They say I'm Loose with it, but I'm just like they Jesus On the crusifix, come on homey I'm used to this Nah I ain't new to this, so play me close and I throw bullets Like Bulls and all that there is ludicrous [Chorus x3: Donnie Cash] How could I be scared to death When I'm not scared of death Bitch I'm prepared to rep [Donnie Cash:] Somethin' that I sleep, I don't believe in dreams I'm that, off in New York so I believe in fiends Addition stacks regulation first, I'mma be blazin' verse If not, what the fuck I'm supposed to leave my seeds Have you closee, and cross the ferry boat to feed my fiends Study the overcode of notes so I could lead my team Park militant, deputy colonel, the Park Hillians Civilians get stuck on my island, we call 'em Gilligan It's back pa', don, for sure, Seaan John valor Regular-regular, glock palm arm for war Osama drama, keep the llama in the line of my cloth The bottom line, that I'mma probable cause All the times that problems be caused The way my gun, proudly applaud, standing ovations Plus I clap at your mans in rotation, the man of donation Been known to hand on hand on occasions, I ain't goin', no where It's like I'm stamped to the pavement For my Loose Linx candle vacation [Chorus x3] [Sun God:] I seen it all since the faint changed my style Bank wild, juvenile, hesitatin' to smile Refusin' me loud, I lay with the clouds Four shots have you dead on the ground, whole squad grippin' the pound We spittin' a round, to make moves on the cows The farm house got me shook, I stop you crook I said ma, watch me look, fulfill dreams and clock these rooks The cops re-up, the'll watch the stuff And lock you up for hand glocks Now you sellin' rocks for your man pops We tryin' to start a team like The Sandlot [Chorus x3]
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Copy to Clipboard: (feat. Loose Linx) [Intro: Why] Hahahaha, hahahahaha! You think you can defeat us? Speak to all gangsta, gangsta, gangsta [Why:] If you ain't ready to die, then let your man know Cuz I ain't responsible for where my hand go Gun is full of bullets nigga, just like Rambo So I ain't got worry 'bout reloadin' no ammo I'm 'bout my business nigga, don't get it twisted nigga And wit' a gun, I ain't that long distance nigga I get close enough to speak in whispers And send six shots up in you, what the cops is worth They pull up on you, fuck you up Won't hesitate to put them cuffs on you Thats why I'm, squeezin' the biscuit the minute they try me I refuse to get treated like Rodney and take forty one inside me They say I'm Loose with it, but I'm just like they Jesus On the crusifix, come on homey I'm used to this Nah I ain't new to this, so play me close and I throw bullets Like Bulls and all that there is ludicrous [Chorus x3: Donnie Cash] How could I be scared to death When I'm not scared of death Bitch I'm prepared to rep [Donnie Cash:] Somethin' that I sleep, I don't believe in dreams I'm that, off in New York so I believe in fiends Addition stacks regulation first, I'mma be blazin' verse If not, what the fuck I'm supposed to leave my seeds Have you closee, and cross the ferry boat to feed my fiends Study the overcode of notes so I could lead my team Park militant, deputy colonel, the Park Hillians Civilians get stuck on my island, we call 'em Gilligan It's back pa', don, for sure, Seaan John valor Regular-regular, glock palm arm for war Osama drama, keep the llama in the line of my cloth The bottom line, that I'mma probable cause All the times that problems be caused The way my gun, proudly applaud, standing ovations Plus I clap at your mans in rotation, the man of donation Been known to hand on hand on occasions, I ain't goin', no where It's like I'm stamped to the pavement For my Loose Linx candle vacation [Chorus x3] [Sun God:] I seen it all since the faint changed my style Bank wild, juvenile, hesitatin' to smile Refusin' me loud, I lay with the clouds Four shots have you dead on the ground, whole squad grippin' the pound We spittin' a round, to make moves on the cows The farm house got me shook, I stop you crook I said ma, watch me look, fulfill dreams and clock these rooks The cops re-up, the'll watch the stuff And lock you up for hand glocks Now you sellin' rocks for your man pops We tryin' to start a team like The Sandlot [Chorus x3]
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