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作词 : Scorey |
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作曲 : Scorey |
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Ant Chamberlain, that's a hundred points |
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In my eyes, you see that blood in them |
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You can't see no love in them |
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He can't sleep for weeks, his stomach turnin' cuz them drugs in him |
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He just laid his eyes inside the barrel then them slugs hit em |
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We can't make no livin' we content with all this drug dealin' |
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I'm in love with pain killers, only hang with gangmembers |
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Heard he want that clout so bad so we gon' let that fame kill him |
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I could see his spirit leave his body when them things hit him |
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I suggest you watch the way you talk because we change niggas |
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Watch the way you talk before you find your body rocked inside that chalk |
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Killers move in silence, he ain't hear them shots so he was shocked |
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I was undecided, servin' rocks, ain't tryin' to punch no clock |
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I was looking up to demons, riding, jacking, **** the opps |
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Free lil shan nd' he was stackin' bands, got caught up in that wraith |
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We got canons, we don't use our hands thats just how we was raised |
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With that being said |
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Come get your manz before I make him dance, hollows blast, nd' let em hit his ass nd' take him out his pants |
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Nd' lil mat can do some damage he ain't scared to take that chance |
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If you actin' like you savage be prepared to take that stance |
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With that rachet, we in traffic, we ain't care to shake that can |
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With this rappin', I done found my passion, thankful for my fans |
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In the streets the shit I seen was graphic, stayed up in my grams |
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Cockin' heat so different type of gadgets stayed up in my hands |
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Smith & Wesson we got automatics, he don't want no static |
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Hit his chest, nd' make that nigga panic, burn him in the attic |
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In my eyes, you see that blood in them |
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You can't see no love in them |
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He can't speak for weeks, his stomach turnin' cuz them drugs in him |
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He just laid his eyes inside the barrel then them slugs hit em |
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We can't make no livin' we content with all this drug dealin' |
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I'm in love with pain killers, only hang with gangmembers |
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Heard he want that clout so bad so we gon' let that fame kill him |
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I could see his spirit leave his body when them things hit him |
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I suggest you watch the way you talk because we change niggas |
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| [01:45.695][Outro] |
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Ant Chamberlain, that's a hundred points |
