Pain

If you ain't street don't come around me 
You a bobo you been going on a clown spree
Trying to imitate a g boy you could never be 
False claiming got you turned into a casualty 
We was good homie why you wanna hassle me 
Oh you had seen I fucked yo bitch on balcony 
Slid twice through the city now they after me 
Bitch you gon need a whole army just to handle me
I'm something deadly when going on a murder spree 
And if them people catch they gon throw the book at me
Called my cousin q you know he wit the shit 
Hit me late last night said he had a lick
Bout 40 bricks 30 pounds and a lot cash
We hit the spot shot him once partner where the stash 
Oh he playing hard still talking trash 
Looked over to the left his girl was in a bag
See y'all bitches playing games we set the city on flames
Watch them police ass bitches down town giving names 
Took a automatic gauge shot him dead in his brains
I'm not the blame I been feeling all kind of ways
Pray to God on my knees ask for better days 
How can I live wit the shit I done 
We used to rob drug dealers every day for fun 
Knew you wasn't wit it seen it from the start 
Yo momma cried when you died she died from broken heart 
Went to your funeral so they can see
I'll get you hit in the streets if you play wit me 
But I don't want no extra I just want my shit 
So if come for the bread better give it up quick 
And if you still got a problem I'm shoot you wit the stick 

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