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will u be survivin in this game is the only question / im guessin negative u bitch get the fuck outta my blunt session / your rhymes are fake, nothin but repetitive shit / your shits wack, the number 1 title i will take / these insane flows workin in my head, i could go on forever an speak about how i fucked ur bitch, fled and at the git go dumped one in the middle of ur head / after that it was all ur welfare that i stacked / no more worries, no more seein my desert eagle retract / bein known in the streets as a killa, oh so lethal / kickin back, arm thrown up holdin a grip known as the MAC / dispersin those slugs seein them interact with ur dome / it was a great scence / at the end it was left at a dream when ur at battle with me , its pretty much over, go home / im almost done smashin on ur ass / when im done ill snatch ur cash / alls u see was a straight G rollin on the chrome / navi posten on the deuce deuce / you came to me seekin protection , ur just a worthless pussy, FUCK A TRUCE AND WHAT U BE REPRESENTIN / ballin only wiht fools down to shoot, killen fools to jack dope nad loot / SAVAGES i will only recruit / most elite team runnin on this pursuit / take a seat and let me inform u of the 925 SAVS / i was out stackin mils while out watchin ur momma tryin to hustle a few bills before u was born / always stayin true to tha ville, keepin children sayin oh man ur shits so kronic / bustin these flows hitten speeds well over supersonic / a bitch set-trippen on my turf that gots ta die IM ON IT / time for ur life to be set on restriction, bullets flyin, droppin , fools on they back layin there twitchin , bullets left in a dead bitch by fools down to rip shit, never close to missin hits / 925 homies always on a rage / nothin finer than seein them peerin over a corpse with a red rag tied to a 12-gauge - the best type of love affliction
will u be survivin in this game is the only question / im guessin negative u bitch get the fuck outta my blunt session / your rhymes are fake, nothin but repetitive shit / your shits wack, the number 1 title i will take / these insane flows workin in my head, i could go on forever an speak about how i fucked ur bitch, fled and at the git go dumped one in the middle of ur head / after that it was all ur welfare that i stacked / no more worries, no more seein my desert eagle retract / bein known in the streets as a killa, oh so lethal / kickin back, arm thrown up holdin a grip known as the MAC / dispersin those slugs seein them interact with ur dome / it was a great scence / at the end it was left at a dream when ur at battle with me , its pretty much over, go home / im almost done smashin on ur ass / when im done ill snatch ur cash / alls u see was a straight G rollin on the chrome / navi posten on the deuce deuce / you came to me seekin protection , ur just a worthless pussy, FUCK A TRUCE AND WHAT U BE REPRESENTIN / ballin only wiht fools down to shoot, killen fools to jack dope nad loot / SAVAGES i will only recruit / most elite team runnin on this pursuit / take a seat and let me inform u of the 925 SAVS / i was out stackin mils while out watchin ur momma tryin to hustle a few bills before u was born / always stayin true to tha ville, keepin children sayin oh man ur shits so kronic / bustin these flows hitten speeds well over supersonic / a bitch set-trippen on my turf that gots ta die IM ON IT / time for ur life to be set on restriction, bullets flyin, droppin , fools on they back layin there twitchin , bullets left in a dead bitch by fools down to rip shit, never close to missin hits / 925 homies always on a rage / nothin finer than seein them peerin over a corpse with a red rag tied to a 12-gauge - the best type of love affliction