Outlawz my blood brothers I'd die for these thugs They softer than bitches in worst way drowning in blood It's plain to see, who are mob niggas hiding in bushesĬlaiming that they ride but they softer than cushion How the hell did I survive, these 5 shots?Įach nigga handle ya own, bring it on strongįeeling like I'm all out, drunk as can be We control all cash from Atlantic-Pacific I came to a fear catchin' cases, litigation Still after me I'm in Jamaica sippin' daiquiris Keep a grudge, shooting slugs like Muammar Qadaafi While bitches wondering, who shot me, no love Watch me, I take a figga of thirty niggaz, who all got me Like fiends fighting for that last vein, stuck in the game With a squad of trusted killers quick to move shit, heavily armed While I plug holes in niggas like doughnutsĭown to die for all my souljahs, like hillbillies Just another lost soul stuck callin Jehova We going all out, aight, we going all out, aight, we going all out
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