Lyrics
Shut your lips, its do or die
against me its suicide i make you wanna cut your wrist
Fall back for you getcha skull cracked
get stitched up tight like the ones on ya ball cap
yall cats act like you wont be next
he must write for 7 days wit his weak/week text
time to meet death cuz i carry them tecs
air in your chest like you took a deep breath
ive beat vets you aint nuttin to wreck
i dont feel lucky like playin russian roulette..yet
you talk tuff and you will get smacked for it
like a black board you'll get chalked up
hawk bust watch ya dome burst
delayed till today he forgot his homework
chrome quirt it'll flip ya neck back
and smoke luci even wit a niccorette patch
yea..you can spit ya best raps
im still runnin shit like a sip of exlax
bllat..gat spit ya chest crack
put you to shame and make you miss ya next match
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