Death 2 That

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[Intro] Ok Lay it back Check it out, boy Bitch ass nigga Yeah I know one thang, nigga Nigga, how the fuck you gon kill the Mac, nigga? Mothafucka, I ain't playin right now Check it out, nigga You gotta pay for that And I don't want no mothafuckin money, nigga You know what I want, boy Ain't no remorse [Verse 1] As I roll down the window of my 6 Series, I leave the women weary They teary eyed and they wishing they could take a ride With the guy and tryna smoke up on that light green I hit the scene without the lights, you see the rims gleam I got green The mob is the team, we mob on the scene And this team was a dream that probably came alive when Struggle and striving, committing homicides And sometimes I cry when I think about the Mac And death to that fat cat! Him and his boy blaze a sack, and let the gun blap I'm bringing the noise until they show me I'ma show they state...we couldn't wait to have his head up on that platinum plate You feel me? I'm a thug until these niggas kill me And on the really, he acting monkey, let the banana peel him The Hannibal drill him, and death can be the only option Let's keep it gutta, ain't no need for niggas to run to the cops'n [Interlude] I'm here with my girl, you gotta leave me somethin? How about your legs? My legs, oh, arms are good? Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, that's, that's good Good days [Verse 2] I'll hit you with my Ruger, and my shells, they fall I'm on your block, counting new mail, supplies and them all I can't stop, won't stop...until they dead One face flat, the other with his brains in his hands And damn, I love Kansas City, they show me stake And I know that Kansas City loves us They love the bay and...They love our slang and...they love our game and They love the way we ride them old schools, we be swangin I'm killing ya, the fat nigga's body, I'll be mailin him And I don't play, I got his head for sale on ebay For the right price, it's not enough to bring the Mac's life...back to life I'll send a kite, nigga, your life is iced [Interlude] You ain't have to do that to that guy He, he's a square, he didn't know who he was fucking with
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- AP. 9