Choose One

All I see is dead people Come through the hood, niggas starving If you ain't tryna pay what I'm charging All I see is dead people I'm not doing no arguing No deals, I ain't giving no bargains My Glock 9 give you 16 ways to die, choose one Give it to ya how you want it My .45 give you 32 ways to die, choose one It's shoot 'em up bang, bang, shit, we still on it, nigga Every day a star's rising It ain't no love here, but your heart's tied in Soul's slipping, sparks flying Masterpieces is an art dying Crime release, we break apart lying Man down, the parts crying Tears of joys heal a real McCoy Bury your worries, don't wonder who rides for ya Know yourself, relax and study Bloody your uniform, no rest, keep moving on Anybody who do you wrong, wrong turn, it's on Somebody chain got took, somebody life got lost Somebody water not working, somebody lights cut off I watched my partner OD in '03 in front of me Took the plea, went on a spree, damn near downed the whole key Paranoid, nose dirty, 'bout to go for them thirty You keep saying he's hurting, now all his homies is worried Second-guessing this gangster, they don't know what he said They don't know what he told, but now you know that he dead All I see is dead people Come through the hood, niggas starving If you ain't tryna pay what I'm charging All I see is dead people I'm not doing no arguing No deals, I ain't giving no bargains My Glock 9 give you 16 ways to die, choose one Give it to ya how you want it My .45 give you 32 ways to die, choose one It's shoot 'em up bang, bang, shit, we still on it, nigga I'm in them trenches like I'm a marine sniper in his Gillie suit HK, SK, turn niggas vegetable Live past 22 like climbing Mount Everest with one shoe or flip-flop Middle finger to the opp' Bacon, egg and cheese at my clip from last night Smoking, think about that drama from last night Emotion in your mind, love and hate cause casualty These old dogs wack in that cave mentality Dope boy salary, block ground athlete Move so much weight I lost a couple calories The palms sells the size of deep batteries Get hit like Jay Rock when that fat nigga squeeze My homie Kenny Booth doing life over 8 racks He broke down in court when they played the tape back I'm from Mazant, 6 shots, I ate that Now I won't pay back, let my kids slay that All I see is dead people Come through the hood, niggas starving If you ain't tryna pay what I'm charging All I see is dead people I'm not doing no arguing No deals, I ain't giving no bargains My Glock 9 give you 16 ways to die, choose one Give it to ya how you want it My .45 give you 32 ways to die, choose one It's shoot 'em up bang, bang, shit, we still on it, nigga

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