Red Shirt

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Ain't no telling what he do off dem niggas
Stiff from the shoulders
Punch em out, box out a nigga liver
Hit all 5 that's a overkill, put the pussy in the litter
Hit his mind with the drac, Ex-factor Lauryn Hill

I hear they tryna plot, put em in a box
They ain't dead, I ain't got no opps
Mookie got the drop
And I ain't tryna waste no time cause my time is money
I only hang with pretty bitches favor Lauren London
Blood holes and headshots that's all we left on em
He got his wit the tec now them refs on em
I brought the dirty poles in here
Up the score in here
And we ain't gotta say shit just know we step on em

Ain't no telling what he do off dem niggas
Stiff from the shoulders
Punch em out, box out a nigga liver
Hit all 5 that's a overkill, put the pussy in the litter
Hit his mind with the drac, Ex-factor Lauryn Hill

Ain't no tellin what I'll do with this draco
Run a nigga down like I was a free safety
A dead nigga can't say shìt
I be opp shoppin like I'm walking through Macy's
I ain't no plastic surgeon but if a nigga try me get a face lift
I'll bet a thousand to yo dollar that I won't stop, can't slip
Let off 30, flip the clip
Let off another K clip
R.I.P. my niggas I be mad that they ain't here
Push his shit back like a LaZBoy, hollows hit em from the rear
Walk down hit em with that choppa, flip the whole whip
Ain't gotta spin back I know he dead, ain't no way you dodgin this

Ain't no telling what he do off dem niggas
Stiff from the shoulders
Punch em out, box out a nigga liver
Hit all 5 that's a overkill, put the pussy in the litter
Hit his mind with the drac, Ex-factor Lauryn Hill