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Uh, there they go, there they go, there they Go, there they go, there they go, there they Go. Now, what? I think it's about time, yeah, That I drill off in y'all asses. Yeah. Y'all haters is getting on my motherfucking nerves. Yeah, Let 'em know. So as I prepare myself to Record, one, two, check me out, Uh, uh. Now I'm a busy individual, spitting hits, Versatile lyrical. Seven-six the code, Yeah, self-made rocking the chrome and your ends on. Better off left alone, just tripping. Mental decisions by the way spitting, yeah, sticking To the victims. Keeping they symptoms at a high Risk, 'cause keeping these haters safe is like Falling into a cactus with scorpion venom on your Face. Uh, nowhere to run, basically your ass is Done. Got mixed up with the wrong cast, chrome Gat got you worth ransom. Mortals in combat, warriors at war. Lyrics out of my mouth be about fatalities and Uneven scores. Facilities get crushed, I'm just too much. I'm like a bomb with three seconds left for You to detonate, so get the fuck up and Leave. 'Cause you can see little niggas outraged. Verbally spitting Haitian that be seeping through Your brainwaves. I'm cracking the pavement, Shockers shaking, heated. My advice to these cats is Act like Mike and just beat it. Quick to get deleted, mashed and defeated. 'Cause I'm HK'ing, spraying quicker than an Asian at A home invasion. Soon to be soul invading, off The dome, annihilating. Self-made situations, Keep hearts racing like they watching Jason. But this ain't no slick life, it's a freestyle, So see how we be going through miles. 'Cause these haters think they getting tough now. Okay, load 'em up and pop the clips. Trick, I got 'em mad like, "Man, he sunk My battleship." Pinpoint the target, you see me Coming, you better park it. 'Cause I'm making them scream like they doubled up On the stock market. Now is this legal? Snatch you by the neck And peephole. Grab that ass up out the window, Gone up off the indo. I'm a self-made warrior. You hating on the man and I'll destroy ya. Hit 'em and kill 'em, seal up the village, Clear out the building and fuck they feelings. Self-made warrior. You hating the man and I'll Destroy ya. Hit 'em and 'em, seal up the Village, clear out the building and fuck they Feelings. Must I discuss these? Bust with my.30. Them niggas never see me, But I know they heard me. As I move reluctantly to the ride. Them niggas loading chambers 'cause they know Danger's outside. Uh, ain't hard to fetch. Better yet, infrared to the neck. Pop they flesh and watch it bubble like a CTBS test. Man, fuck funk, pop trunk and let loose lethal. Walk up to his door and send two shots Through the peephole. Fuck hoes, step to the front With a blunt, stepping over people. Got them haters heated like, "Fuck that nigga Gene, Dog." I'm on the surface, moving more patterns than The circus. I'm on the web surfing, trying to Find out how to get this bomb to start Working. Hand rushing, cut something, combustion, Giving up nothing to these scrubs. Mounting bodies up on the wall like, "Nigga, what?" Uh, these niggas owe me and deep in their Heart they know. But they acting like them hoes, Trying to maintain control. I hear a lot of bitches love me, but I ain't seeing. And seeing is believing, I fuck Hoes till they stop breathing. Take 'em to the six and make 'em pay The fee. And when she falls asleep, wreck that Motherfucker and leave. 'Cause I'm a self-made warrior. You hating on the man and I'll destroy ya. Hit 'em and kill 'em, seal up the village, Clear out the building and fuck they feelings. Self-made warrior. You hating on the man and I'll Destroy ya. Hit 'em and kill 'em, seal up The village, clear out the building and fuck they Feelings.
Self Made, Bugzy — Warrior
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