(Slush "The Villain":) Slush "The Villain" all up in this mothafucka for the Y2K bitch Represent Sawed Off to the fullest With these mothafuckin bullets Lettin all my enimies know I'm about to blow like Hiroshima bitch I'm on the verge of getting rich mothafucka
(Bams & Trumayne:) I've been a soldier putting in work just earn stripes Layin them on the corner with no life 17 tight Gun fights each time I look, Lok's got the pump With over stuffed trucks and homie just forced to dumped With no senses lookin for no regrets The hood they did the dirt left them soakin wet No where to jet, if you pull you pistol you better shoot it And Lok make the tape, waiting just to close your set Now matches always getting made, niggas days ruined And riding with a vest and lovin what my homies doin We pick and choose, flippin coins and breakin rules Paid off my dues, on the street play to lose Leave no clues, DNA came missin People talkin but you know the streets listen Diamonds glisten and babies always come up missin And flyin in an expedition on a murder mission
(Chorus x2: Slush "The Villain") This be some gangsta shit Some who bangin shit I got you livin life of danger bitch So stay away from me I'm ready to ride I'm ready to die Intoxicated and high We flirt life in thise mothfucka
(Knightowl:) You can't handle this fuckin vandle I'm causin scandals fools be getting worn out like sandles So who you be tryin to get all in my business I got a 38 slug nose bitch come and kiss this Reality strikes like a mothafuckin rattle I bring nothin bu the gansta shit down with Sawed Off Now who's getting hauled off when I got the double barrel When I point at your dome chrome spits got's clip For those that appose I'm a drop the black rose In your grave mothaucka, you best not misbehave Consequences getting leathal we killin people You trip burn out a clip for those that slip Nobody's ever been able to mess Slugs will fly up in your chest And if you disagree I suggest fuck with me I be that fool that's never gave now it's all up to you If you wanna press your luck mothafucka
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(Trumayne:) Nigga press out the strap on me, now your cheeks wet Now the whole press for world fame Time to bring the cling clang let the Mosburn rang Nervous sounds of cops buck em down now it's bling blang We some natural born killas Don't attempt on my nigga cause my pockets stay straped Blazin tweed and sippin yak on a good night Show stoppin gun fights if the time's right It's the life Iive that makes me stay active Cause I want to see my first Mill when it's time to deal Shoot up shoot up time to blast off Dumpin craniums, getting high this is Sawed Off Thug is my mind spirt body and soul Please help me God and don't leave me alone Thug life in this bitch, chronic get it crack it and blast it Mash it and who bangin for these gangsta's satisfaction
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That's right mothafuckas Knightowl droppin some gangsta shit Got my boy Bams in the house Slush "The Villains" My home boy Trumayne What up mothafuckas You wanna get some of this shit You can't fuck with none of us Fuck you mothafucka we slaughter You'll get fucked just like your daughter And it just don't stop Sawed Off Records fool For the new millenium Crackin craniums, watch your back fool
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