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It’s about to be a homi

It’s about to be a homi

Another Homicide when

I’m letting off the tommy

I hit him in his head

Leave him dead in the lobby

We fled from the body

Dare ya to try me

The flows marvelous, I’m serving

This medicine like a pharmacist/

The don ill spit bars

Heroine the young novelists/

I’m non anonymous, atomic bomb

When my arm will lift/

One shot will tilt the world

Off it’s access when the llama spit/

I rhyme offish, this **** pissed

I’m on some rhyming shit/

Ya speaker might catch a seizure

The way my rhymes will switch

Ya chick gave top to

My main bitch/

My nuts swinging in & out

Both of they mouths while I lane switch/

Phenomenon, came from

The streets to get my rhyming on/

Soon as I speak, they can’t

Eat like it’s Ramadan/

Youngin set heat to any

Beat that I climb up on/

The upper echelon of the song

When the nine is drawn/

Duck when I’m

Loading The glock/

We can go on the block

My young boys ain’t holding a shot/

You took an L with

That Coke in a pot/

I spit shells, till the smell

Have u looking like you smoking on rock/

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Back out and let everybody have it, keep squeezing until you see a fucking body drop /

Make sure everybody in a casket / or leave em leaking like mafuckn tire pop

You gotta problem pop, if you got a problem

Chase I dont fuck with none of yall pussies like when a condom pop

I get the call , got the drop /

K sweep em find a mop /

And leave em with brains oozing up out his top

Go shot for shit bye bye birdie

Ya shit ran out mines got 30

I used corcraft soap when my hands got dirty /interagation rooms , I stayed sturdy

I ain't never worried, or gave a fuck bout you fuck ****/ he was telling so he had to die, u feel a way then fuck miggas

Take the top off the makeral , fold it and cut nighas/

Stop asking for the hammer if you ain't gonna up it and dump ****

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It’s the Art of War, Sun Tzu

My gunners is on the humble

Them shots say nothing

They just humming when they coming thru/

You think I fuck

How ya squad do/

Just put on ya shine

That’ll give us more reasons to rob you/

I stay where the riders be/

With 2 canons so it looks like

I got twin midgets on the side of me/

These **** better duck

When the pump clap/

The shotti will jump back

And roll up on ****

Like blunt wraps/

When it comes to the bars,

**** know I’m a wizard with it/

My neck look like hell froze

And a blizzard hit it/

This year my set go hard/

Cuz we keep dimez of crack

The size of a metro card/

My **** are product of hard living

These bars are god given/

The gods repertoire

In the yard spitting/

The AR, spray 100 yards

And ya squad splitting/

COVID19, Inph & Graph

This is hard hitting/

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