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Ready for war
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Y.CB
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SK's moving mad, you know Trap on pause, hands on swords Me and Maggz went, shh got bored I gave him three, but it should've been four Still Woody Trap on pause, hands on swords Pop them doors, it's all for the cause Me and Maggz went, shh got bored I gave him three, but it should've been four How many guys turned corpse? This ain't beef, on my life it's war Kick back mad, .32 with wars Still in the hood, but I take them tours Trap on pause, hands on swords Pop them doors, it's all for the cause Me and Maggz went, shh got bored I gave him three, but it should've been four How many guys turned corpse? This ain't beef, on my life it's war Kick back mad, .32 with wars Still in the hood, but I take them tours Way before man splashed up JJ, did you forget that I got down Shanka? Screw crashed that corn, no Mayday They talk smoke but don't want it like cancer How many guys been splashed up? Ace got chinged and then he turned Casper Dizz got shot and then he turned rapper We've got live corn for days, slap two in the dots, I ain't talking banter Spill that juice, you won't see any Fanta Stegz too loose, if you see him, better leave your Bruce See the way that I was ducking down my man, must've thought it was Duck Duck Goose He tried run, run out of luck, tripped and stop (Ching, ching, ching) Bare juice and guts, on God the crime scene was nuts I done it on my J's like Hus, one in the pump, lean and bop I mean lean and dump it, that's us, that's gang who done it ***** stop it, TT done him, CB bun him, we scored Dig that with force, on my ones, that's the trap on pause The gang dem still breaking laws Twin got chinged with a kitchen knife, he tried light, on God he got bored There's so many names I can't say, 'cause I love my freedom Young Dizz got caught then blazed, on God the fat prick was pleading On my life, that b*t*h was bleeding Bro just squeezed, let the teeth dem eat him He's done, leave him, leave him, burn that tracky, it's normal procedures Ay bro, bare holes in his torso, that's good that we left him leaking If I get touched, on my mums, no speaking, just get 'round, I'll do it and mean it Slap that wap, no gyal when I beat i Do that stain, hit the belly, I'm eating Had the broom in the ride tryna sweep them, Blackz had a mop on the glide, no cleaning After we attending the scene, he was weeping, we ain't competing, we're winning, believe it We ain't competing, we're winning, believe it Trap on pause, hands on swords Pop them doors, it's all for the cause Me and Maggz went, shh got bored I gave him three, but it should've been four How many guys turned corpse? This ain't beef, on my life it's war Kick back mad, .32 with wars Still in the hood, but I take them tours Trap on pause, hands on swords Pop them doors, it's all for the cause Me and Maggz went, shh got bored I gave him three, but it should've been four How many guys turned corpse? This ain't beef, on my life it's war Kick back mad, .32 with wars Still in the hood, but I take them tours Still Woody
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