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Intro: Fatal
Verse 1: Fatal
grab ya strap, lil homie I advise u to put it back
c.k all day everyday where my hood is at
I never slip, I dont miss, I aint good at that
hahaha, lets play the game nigga, Im runnin out of goons to chase
but when we catch em, we going to eat his fuckin food, half ruin his face
I got a squad that will ruin your race
and we aint runnin, we walk down on them niggaz and clap
all I do is play that murder game
and this the real life Murder Gang
but shit I dont eat at Burger King
you niggas must got me mixed up
I'm from the 4th ward, the clair, but I cant give the Brickz up
all I know is this music, all Im getting is money
and all I do is this music, thats how Im getting this money
its funny when you can laugh now, cry later
get off my dick, u pussies going to die haters
everybody talkin like their ready for a coffin
right now they goin down, somebody gettin lost tonight
ur baby aint ever hurt nobody
but he still got smoked at ol boys party
Verse 2: Slim
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