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City Morgue

GANG GREEN

 

GANG GREEN


[SosMula:]
Ayo, ayo
Niggas know what the fuck going on
Lotta niggas not respecting they muhfucking jaw
'Til they get they muhfucking grapefruit cracked, no cap, nigga
NYBBA all day and every day, shoot to kill, bruh, for real
[*manic laughter*]
MBF 'til the death
Get it ticking, all my niggas Ewok 'til they heartbeat stops
City Morgue clean up crew, Hikari-ULTRA the label

Stop jacking, what you ain't nigga (bitch)
Pistol whip, spank niggas (pow-pow-pow)
Heard you busting blanks, nigga
Serving fake tracers, nigga (pow-pow-pow)
Pull up in a tank, nigga (skrr)
Like a big ol' wardog
With the fucking sawed-off (yeah)
And I came to paint niggas (yeah)
Listen, bitch, no fingerprints on the murder weapon (yeah)
Lil' bitch, jumped off the porch when I turned eleven
Triple six, don't cross the line, that's the murder section (yeah)
Extended clips, thirty rounds, that's a 1-8-7

[ZillaKami:]
Nah nigga, what up, what it do?
Nah nigga, what up, what it do?
Nah nigga, what up? Stay to lose!
Nah nigga, what up? Stay to lose!

Stuffing hunnids in my Timberlands and Uptown's (what?)
Stuffing drugs up in the ziplock bag, I'm up now (what?)
I might fuck around and crash the Benz, no fuss now (okay)
I might fuck around and aim that Glizz, focus now (okay)
So drop, boy, we slump, boy, you faking ass little punk boy (bitch)
Them sharp boys, they say when the fucking dogs roar (bitch)
I swing swords and machetes
We been playing all life, I hope y'all niggas ready
Got a new vest, I'ma go and test it
Shootout with the cops or the opps, send a message
And I'd rather die than be tied and arrested
And I'd rather die than be tied and arrested

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