My little homie's got way more kora than you, And you could try to roll up, We'll just do what we do. And I ain't lying we got guns, we got ammo, We got clips, we ain't trippin', we get sick for That Norwalk Click They say they're coming for my life, but it don't Mean shit. I'm 'bout to show these levas the Real meaning of sick. I keep my pistol loaded, like 24/7, I got so much artillery, they call me Armageddon. I'm living like a soldier, one that's suicidal, leave 'em D.O.A ese, Dead On Arrival. Never feel remorse 'cause That's the way I was tought, I'll take away your life And with only one shot! Go and hit it, roll up you Should know where to come, but don't let the name Fool you, I got big, big guns! Puttin' in work, but my Familia's to blame, 'cuse all my familiy's Walkero, so I Gotta gangbang. You know! My little homie's got way more kora than you, And you could try to roll up, We'll just do what we do. And I ain't lying we got guns, we got ammo, We got clips, we ain't trippin', we get sick for That Norwalk Click Don't make me pull the trigger back, while aiming At you, I bet a hydro shock bullet puts an end to our Feud. I got a thick vendetta for my fallen Walkeros. Smokin' all these levas, like I'm smokin' the leno. When You could ask anybody 'cause they know I'm legit, and Lil Cuete talks about that serio shit. I could rotten You in day or night like if it was nothing, I keep A bullet in the chamber, pull the trigger start dumpin'. And ese Cuete, he's somethin', that you couldn't be, I Got plenty and many 'stilos, that you couldn't see. And You could come and try to take it, but survival's a must 'cause me and my Walkeros know that you ain't fuckin' With us. What? My little homie's got way more kora than you, And you could try to roll up, We'll just do what we do. And I ain't lying we got guns, we got ammo, We got clips, we ain't trippin', we get sick for That Norwalk Click I'm takin' a life, to be specific, it's yours. I got my soldiers Strapped up and we're ready for war. We can go Toe-to-toe or we could all get down. I'm talkin' 'bout matching Guns and going round for round. I've been in crazier shit, Than dealing with you. I've got a million other cholos trying To get me too. It doesn't start with me, check my family Line, I was brought up to be crazy and sick in the mind. Ain't no question about it, I represent 'til I die. I got this Music thing locked down, without even trying. I put that On my life, I won't settle for less, man I'm a gangbang 'til The day they put me to rest, so C'mon! My little homie's got way more kora than you, And you could try to roll up, We'll just do what we do. And I ain't lying we got guns, we got ammo, We got clips, we ain't trippin', we get sick for That Norwalk Click
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