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(专辑： 17 Bullets - 2016)

Keep quiet when you see bosses talking
Whip with all the horses from the Pyrex under the water faucet
And trapping on the 2nd floor apartment
I had a kid, went to jail and came home to my daughter talking
I clip ya man, you probably call the sergeant
'Cause you a rat they should gave you a flashlight in a corner office
You ever try adding all your losses
I'm in the company of slaughterers, kingpins and border crossers
I got a dog that call home New Orleans
He never watched the Hornets
He just cook up work while he boiling crayfish
Marble floors, the toilet stall is porcelain
That nigga rich and cheap
He feed all his side bitches Boston market
This rap shit still a passion in me
And I murk everything I'm on
So that's why I brought casket with me
Fuck my pops, that's the bastard in me
When it come to stretching I'm a professor
Hustlers take classes with me
Me and my boo in a wide body coupe
Nigga, you live by it you gotta die by it too
You ain't never had enough work that you could supply a group
So cheap, that everybody and they momma buying too, let's go

I got three bullets for the hate, three bullets for the grudge
Three bullets for the Jakes, three bullets for the judge
Three bullets for ya head-I'm aiming over ya vest
I came with 17-I still got two bullets left

I got three bullets for the hate, three bullets for the grudge
Three bullets for the Jakes, three bullets for the judge
Three bullets for ya head-I'm aiming over ya chest
I came with 17-I still got two bullets left, let's go

"These are the real Sopranos"