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law & order - d2thajxint lyrics

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[verse]
make a n*gga flee feets, the gang giving out yellow tape
i ain’t saving none of these hoes, i ain’t got no f*cking cape
i boogie down on n*ggas, ask my opps cause they my witness
hand em a suit and bow tie, we give that n*gga the business
if you f*ck with me, you gon’ get popped and that’s on trophy gang
we got monkey nuts on big chops and we gon’ let it bang
i keep a tool, don’t be fooled, i’ma keep that hammer tucked
chopper got that n*gga jumping, make him play double dutch
i stay to myself in this sh*t, i don’t need n0body dragging me
it’s always gon’ be 12 k, let my uncle deebo free
feel like a big dog in this b*tch, but i ain’t got no f*cking fleas
law and order, pick your mans up, that n*gga got f*cking stripped
thе gang got aim, shoot his brains, then we gon’ f*cking dip
the marathon always gon’ continuе, rest in peace to nip
if them p*ssy n*ggas talking tough, we gon’ take that trip
skirt off in a black truck, i feel like a president
shutting down the whole city, terrorizing residents
chop em up, put em in a lake, we leave no evidence
hey tough guy, don’t play with guns if you gon’ be so hesitant
glocks in his face, now he gone, he got boxed up
n*ggas mad, they can’t hang, you know i f*cked your hoe, huh?
if a n*gga start tripping, you already know we pulling them things out
80 inch sh*t, finna blow a n*gga’s brains out
yo b*tch tryna f*ck with the n*gga with the blue strips
these ain’t nikes on my feet, but n*ggas know i’ll do it
lil’ baby, yousa bop, you gon’ let the whole crew hit
n*ggas say they get money, them b*tches be counterfeits
we gon’ pull up on that n*gga, pack him out, what the f*ck is you saying?
ain’t no time for talking, lil’ n*gga, we ain’t f*cking playing
stalk a n*gga, hawk a n*gga down, chopper get to spraying
your life on the line, lil’ n*gga better start praying
long live him we put that stupid n*gga on a shirt
come and slide for your dead homie, that n*gga got murked
n*ggas wanna act tough, but they ain’t really on that
n*ggas talking out they necks, the hands and mouth don’t match

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