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Ballin in a 600SL
drop top with the fat V12
Money hella-long, smoke blunts not a bong
Niggas can't fuck cos I crunch em like Kong
I be deadly as The Predator
My .50 calibre Desert Eagle'll spread ya, and behead ya
Pistol wieghs a tonne, bullets come like a guillotine
Poisonous tips hit and explode thru the war scene
Like morphine and heroin, I'm the shit
Every dope fiend needs a hit
Gangs need to stick at this gangsta shit
to take that monkey off their back and have em gettin licks
I'm the neighbourhood's drama, dead man's trauma like O-Dogg
and Kane, I'm loc to the brain, got the afro
padded, fully automatic decrease the statics
Two fingers spreaded, hittin em up and let em have it

Chorus:

Desperado outlaws thru the dirt
Sendin BG's blastin, puttin men to work
Trapped in America to die in these bloody streets
Goin head up, with suckers all psyched up in heat
*repeat*

Murder, murder, kill, kill
California's the state where most caps get peeled
back, catcha, pigs on a stretcher
Three strike law got us livin under pressure
Know he wanna take mine, hand on his waistline
Side of his spine I get to dumpin with the Tek 9
Got his back smokin, crack that ass open
Bullet holes the size of a token
Got his ass chokin on piss and blood
Crooked ass piggies don't get no love, uhh
Life or death, a .4-5 Smith & Wess
I had that nappy-headed ass stretched
If you try to dack me in my neighbourhood, I'm dumpin
And ya best ta run cos my BGz is comin
Clips full of teflons, loc'd out and crazy
and they won't stop til you're pushin up daisies, uhh

Chorus

Body snatcher, caught up in a rapture
Black heads explode ya flesh when they capture
You don't wanna see me in my beanie wit my locs on
Ol' school mouth wit no *?style?* gettin my smoke on
.4-5 stormin, rainin and pourin
Mobbin down floorin, psycho like Norman
Bates, no trace, no murder case
Innocent like OJ
House niggas get scoped by the revolution shooters
Fuck *?Glyn Craig?* then we gunnin down Cooper
Cos he wanna send all niggas to the pen
Thinkin that they fucked but Gz don't bend
Never been a snitch, *?Mark Keane?* can suck a dick
and fuck John Green, for bein prejudiced
Never liked rap, and did a nigga from a scrap
Yea me to the max, but I'm back, piggies

Chorus
Ballin in a 600SL  drop top with the fat V12  Money hella-long, smoke blunts not a bong  Niggas can't fuck cos I crunch em like Kong  I be deadly as The Predator  My .50 calibre Desert Eagle'll spread ya, and behead ya  Pistol wieghs a tonne, bullets come like a guillotine  Poisonous tips hit and explode thru the war scene  Like morphine and heroin, I'm the shit  Every dope fiend needs a hit  Gangs need to stick at this gangsta shit  to take that monkey off their back and have em gettin licks  I'm the neighbourhood's drama, dead man's trauma like O-Dogg  and Kane, I'm loc to the brain, got the afro  padded, fully automatic decrease the statics  Two fingers spreaded, hittin em up and let em have it    Chorus:    Desperado outlaws thru the dirt  Sendin BG's blastin, puttin men to work  Trapped in America to die in these bloody streets  Goin head up, with suckers all psyched up in heat  *repeat*    Murder, murder, kill, kill  California's the state where most caps get peeled  back, catcha, pigs on a stretcher  Three strike law got us livin under pressure  Know he wanna take mine, hand on his waistline  Side of his spine I get to dumpin with the Tek 9  Got his back smokin, crack that ass open  Bullet holes the size of a token  Got his ass chokin on piss and blood  Crooked ass piggies don't get no love, uhh  Life or death, a .4-5 Smith & Wess  I had that nappy-headed ass stretched  If you try to dack me in my neighbourhood, I'm dumpin  And ya best ta run cos my BGz is comin  Clips full of teflons, loc'd out and crazy  and they won't stop til you're pushin up daisies, uhh    Chorus    Body snatcher, caught up in a rapture  Black heads explode ya flesh when they capture  You don't wanna see me in my beanie wit my locs on  Ol' school mouth wit no *?style?* gettin my smoke on  .4-5 stormin, rainin and pourin  Mobbin down floorin, psycho like Norman  Bates, no trace, no murder case  Innocent like OJ  House niggas get scoped by the revolution shooters  Fuck *?Glyn Craig?* then we gunnin down Cooper  Cos he wanna send all niggas to the pen  Thinkin that they fucked but Gz don't bend  Never been a snitch, *?Mark Keane?* can suck a dick  and fuck John Green, for bein prejudiced  Never liked rap, and did a nigga from a scrap  Yea me to the max, but I'm back, piggies    Chorus