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chaser - kedela lyrics

[intro: premo]
a [?] is what i got for all of you tricks
my n*ggas hit the block and c*ck your glocks and [?] slang them bricks
and don’t be bothered by the f*ckin’ narcs, with the [?] back on their ass
’cause ain’t no rules in the streets [?] the k!ller is so [?]
and i ain’t*

[verse 1: premo]
a [?] is what i got for all of you tricks
my n*ggas hit the block and c*ck your glocks and [?] slang them bricks
and don’t be bothered by the f*ckin’ narcs, with the [?] back on their ass
’cause ain’t no rules in the streets [?] the k!ller is so [?]
and i ain’t goin’ for this six and three, [?] let me [?]
and my refugee, tellin’ me, thinkin’ that i’m slippin’
but this [?] is just like [?] tight, so you best to bring it on
a group of pigs, sent to h*ll, ask my n*gga [?]

[verse 2: premo]
and let you feel the pain that you bring to my hood
we done better with your sh*t, the streets as i’vе understood
and always watch where you’rе walkin’
now my n*ggas down, word a mouth
you better call for backup, ’cause it’s time to claim my n*gga 1*8*7

[verse 3: mac kile]
i’m screamin’ murderer, assassin, wanna k!ll me ’cause i’m black and
the five*o best to back up of a real n*gga d*ck, ‘fore the glock get to blastin’
hollowtips, turnin’ them blue boys red
you got my n*ggas [?] f*cked up, now feel this hot lead to your head
[chorus: ?]
f*ck five*o, n*gga we don’t want no peace
the n*ggas run the streets
f*ck five*o, n*gga we don’t want no peace
the n*ggas run the streets

[verse 4: mac kile]
you got my n*ggas [?] f*cked up, now feel this hot lead to your head
seventeen [?] goin’ out to all you fake ass cops
you f*ck with real k!llers, get that motherf*ckin’ ass popped
ain’t no motherf*ckin’ cop sh*t, all of y’all b*tches can suck my d*ck
trick, you got some ana to pick, put down the bags and the gun, b*tch
the n*ggas out the structs [?]
and if ya blue boys don’t know, the nine milimeter will teach ya
my n*ggas watch your back, the quicker that kile be schemin
and when these b*tches k!ll me, mac kile gon’ die screamin’

[chorus: ?]
f*ck five*o, n*gga we don’t want no peace
the n*ggas run the streets
f*ck five*o, n*gga we don’t want no peace
the n*ggas run the streets

[outro: premo]
a [?] is what i got for all of you tricks
my n*ggas hit the block and c*ck your glocks and [?] slang them bricks
and don’t be bothered by the f*ckin’ narcs, with the [?] back on their ass
’cause ain’t no rules in the streets [?] the k!ller is so [?]
and i ain’t goin’ for this six and three, [?] let me [?]
and my refugee, tellin’ me, thinkin’ that i’m slippin’
but this [?] is just like [?] tight, so you best to bring it on
a group of pigs, sent to h*ll, ask my n*gga [?]

- kedela lyrics

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