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和/或在社交方面支持我。网络:
Slang N Serve
(专辑: Choices - 2001)
ATL niggas I'm on an everlasting money mission, million dollar premonition Got my own coalition, pack my own ammunition 20's on the
Lexus glisten, I'm driven to mob life Hella niggas want me murdered, but can't do the
job right Razor blades, AK's, and ask me do I
carry them Killin for a
hobby like a
medieval barbarian When will the
disaster stop? Never, nigga pass the
Glock Illustrated killin live in color like its magnavox Now I
got em hot, from the
plot to put the
block on lock Set up shop wit over 50, 000 dollars worth of rocks Ammunition cocked prepared to pop, Ill even shoot at cops Stash away the
heat and then retreat off in my drop top Find yo own bizness, or the
gat'll make yo clock stop 187 from the
west and get yo fuckin block mopped You gone have to tangle wit a
Hypnotize enterprise Good for makin money off the
shit to stay the
fuck alive Come smoke some herb wit me Come flip a
bird wit me Step on the
curb wit me Come slang n
serve wit me I
only fuck wit real niggas, all the
haters can burn in hell If you ain't affiliated, dont come wit packs to sell Object of this hustlin is bubbling stacks of mail Situations turn sour, rivals'll blast then bail When I
hit the
block I'm seein J's, driven insane Crunker than Montana wit some anna for ounces of caine ATL niggas blowin brains, simple and plain Sippin golden grain, makin stangs, inflictin the
pain Smokin, gettin into it, livin ruthless, the
feds are clueless We the
ones who keep the
city crunker than engine fluid Hypnotize niggas ridin vettes, sippin moets Strapped up wit a
vest and giant tecs to lower the
stress 51 niggas got my back, so nevertheless Ima get this anna off my chest and smoke on this cest Puttin bitches on the
track, when its a
pimp in the
flesh Solid as a
rock for adversaries who wishin to test Come smoke some herb wit me Come flip a
bird wit me Step on the
curb wit me Come slang n
serve wit me My scandalous recipe, make niggas be scared of me If there has been treachery, dont try to get next to me Yo life is in jeopardy, when fuckin wit family We turnin psychotic losin all of our insanity Brain dead off of greenery, releasin the
steam in me Keep me from the
weapons, Ill be fuckin up the
scenery Deport bullets like immigrants, bitch niggas dont 'tempt to flinch Money is the
motive, let my sinning end the
innocence Ima let the
missile rip, ballistic wit hollow tips You won't see me comin, keep yo fingers on the
pistol grip Smoke blindin my enemies, give em fearful tendencies You can kiss they life goodbye when T-Rock hit the
Hennessy I'm in it for the
presidents, luxurious residence Hooked up wit the
camp, Ive been a
mercenary ever since Atlanta my stompin grounds, Old National's where I'm found Moving bricks, and fuckin tricks, and flippin reefer by the
pounds!!! ATL niggas
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