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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