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Verse 1
Am
Oh, these bitches wanna do something?
Let's ride.
Em
Am
came in the door, said it before,
I never let the
Bible turf clown anymore
Em
I came in the door, said it before,
Am
I never let the rival jerks throw out a nigga
With no lights on,
Em
an old white brome rolled by
Am
The windows came down and
bullets started to fly
Motherfuckers was runnin'
and even myself had to dodge
I dipped around the house as the
bullets hit the garage
Nigga wasn't scared,
just was wonderin' who the fuck was that
I wish I had my shit so I could shoot
and bust him back
But I was stuck without it,
but nobody was hit
Peeped around the corner,
first nigga I saw was that spit
Em
To the bang bang boogie,
Am
up jumps the clock
Just to let a n***a know
to face mob don't stop
All this momma period come to a state of dirt,
Am
If it hurts, ops,
you know who up in the house
Em
Serve em with one in the chamber
Am
Hit em up quick and empty
up the whole clip
Never letting go,
you know it's bout survival
Em
So fool I'm gon' last once
Am
I blast on the rival
That's why I came in the door,
said it before I never let the rebel church clown in at all
I came in the door, said it before,
Em
Am
I never let the rival turf clown anymore
Now it's point up in they face like mace
and they can't see where it's coming from
Burnin' through they eyes with lots
to put you niggas on the run
I'm with the mob so I
ain't pressed about shit
Keep that 9mm cock for them
niggas that want a set trip
You bring your heat,
I'll bring you closer to pain
Driven by insane thoughts,
so cross your turf, I'm about to rain
And leave your weather set
up just like a mattress
Gat looks like fire, streets are tired,
you see we actin'
Em
So put this to your memory,
cause you ain't seein'
3 -A -G from
Am
E .C., who was brought up by the streets
Em
I bring the heat for niggas flippin' on us
Put the butt shit on your ass,
Am
cause then yes I trust, that's why I
I came in the door, said it before
I never let the rival turf clown anymore
I came in the door, said it before,
I never let the rival turf cloud anymore
I'm on the turf of the rivals,
heated as I roll past the 5 -0's
Bulletproof vest on my chest for survival,
bandana face, small base
With criminal instincts to
blast on the fake
Yeah, they follow me through
territorial flights
Em
They end in burial sites and editorial lights
we gon' laugh off the hook
Any nigga wearin' a rival color
gettin' his ass took
I'm set trippin' on the enemy
Never been no friend in me, never will
Em
That's why I must kill
Am
Now nigga, you don't understand me
That's why I can't sleep
Because I keep hearin' about your family
I'm on a squilla chase, a nigga chase
I can't bring myself to reach until
I see you all die
Besides, buster niggas get the faux faux
With undue funeral services,
casket clothes
Em
Am
Behold, unfold all you own I come
across your dome
Burnin' your temple like
War
Throne
Make way, son,
I'm stompin' in my big black booth
Em
Somebody help me,
Am
cause shit ain't even half -ass cute
Em
I'm full sprayin', leavin' niggas layin'
In a fetal position like
Nico
Brown
Am
Bleedin' from the mouth now I
know they really out to get me
Em
Am
I'm runnin' red lights
Peepin' the rival bucket
killin' headlights
Em
Am
I'm hearin' bullets hit my window,
I dip a swerve left
And pop him seventeen through a sticko,
I'm still rollin'
Just about to halfway mark,
it's halfway dark
This shit ain't really half -assed,
start and die
I can't live with you, said it before
I never let the
Bible turn brown anymore
Em
I can't live with you, said it before
Bible turn brown anymore
Em
Am
Em
I can't live with you, said it before
Bible turn brown anymore
Em
Am
I ain't living true, sitting in the blue I never
Outro 1
let the rebel church clown anymore
Am
Em
Am
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