Good Morning America - Dame Grease, Cam'Ron, H.O.T. Ones

I dont fuck no more

Yeah nigga huuh?

huuh?

Killa Cam, H.O.T.

Ones huuh?

Flame thrower yeah yeah

Uhh

Niggas remind me of slappin a bunch of words

Darkness swirls, it’s 20 niggas brushin curbs

Got the blocks on off nigga cautious style

Yeah you hot but I’m ???

now

Put up the gun in your mouth no more talking now

Shell drips in the back, no more walking now, you cough for pound

Hitmen, slickmen can’t bang with us

Clips & spit 10 nigga aim & bust

Can’t discuss, the facts just clutch your mac

Hope your mans got enough heart to bust back

Can’t touch you with the words, I’ma let my gat do it

Strap with the clark, infrared attached to it

Long-out scoop see if you can dash through it

Cause when the burner split I’m burning the strip

Through the closeup from my waist, the?

burn on my hip

What you know about that?

20 deep swormin with gats

Whaaat?!

Killa Killa uhh

Yo, yo, yo

I know exactly what’s wrong with you

And it made me so mad I won’t do that song with you

All them niggas over there, they look strong to you?

Guns look long to you?

In fact, give me your change, no longer belongs to you

Or do you stop flirting?

Dip the clip in the bar, nigga pop something

Nigga outside the club you wanna pop something

Now a nigga drive through I got the pop something

Spin out the black gunning, no nigga we not running

Killa got first to count 9 mil', my gun and my bankaccount

I’m God Divine, im hard to find

I got a gutter mouth its listed nigga

From my baby mothers house

I know you loved her out, dugged her out

I wanna harden your spouse, nigga borrow my mouth

???, bangin for my gun, slangin with my gun, remaining on the run

RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN Killa Killa

I dont play y’all niggas, I spray y’all niggas

Leave bodies roasted, flame y’all niggas

I dont game y’all bitches, I tame y’all bitches

D-1 told me aim for the riches

A cool kid scared of the bid, i heard stories

Locked up in jail, that ain’t nothing for me

Now you gotta be gunned down to be a legend

One vest, two gats just for protection

Never was a showoff, my guns go off

Kept it in the closet, damn they got to go off

Took it outside, blazed it in the sky

Was it just me?

It was boosting my high

I feel thugged out, me & you can slug out

Bullets in the field now they coming in the dug out

Shut down the club-house, lock out like NBA

Ya’ll niggas shine cause One been away

Bust out the barrell of a ??

ashtray

So dont ya’ll get it wrong

Shots hit your mind & body

Watch the soul drip on when the clip on

Niggas better get long

Lil' One Nigga

Aiyo you niggas that i get yo dough

Bag yo' wife might hit cha hoe

Niggaro, who split the flow

How make it hot when the the six blow?

Floss get inside again

Harlem Niggas be all the same

Playa Haters you bought you lock the chain like bulletflame (?)

5 Platinum overseas

Over here goes close to 3

Niggas wanna get close to me

Rob me put that toast to me

Never that dont let me spit 11 at cha head & back

Take that cat, go 100's in you coffin

Nigga rest with that, you easy to match

Its plain to see, that there is nuttin but floss in me

There is nuttin but game in me

Dart, from six rangers three

Playaz keep on playin on

Hataz keep on hatin on

That player with that blazer on

Iced out with them gaters on

Vacant Lot, we make it hot

To your ??

to yo block

Take your guns its fo your shots

To faking niggas that fake alot

Why u poppin brand new boots with trees on em

My niggas cop brand new coupes with beeps on em

Floss, Floss, Floss, Don, One

Yeah Yeah (chikachika)

99 Nigga, 99 What the fuck

Vaca, Vaca, Vacant Lot, nigga nigga Hot

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