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Press it the kill. Give drop them bombs. devil in your tips. Them chips. Tony Steele under my trench. Put my face up under them pants. No remorse, you get torched when the bomb around The place. On the first bag, your Cheeks Get real stuffed, no More chase, Sucka. Rumble with the six shots, come track that nigga On the block. Kill get, Quick and tight. Like to them chips. Tony Steele under my trench. Put my face up under them pants. No remorse, you get torched when the bomb around The place. On the first bag, your cheeks get Stuffed, no more chase, sucka. Talkin' that shit, don't mean that I die. Hangin' with the gang like four the fly. All tell, confirm with the one. Gang, the top of the storm. Livin' life in the dark with the kids. Say never, my the strip, ho. Real lord, I hold none. G, I keep my son. Family, down with me. Killers, I keep 'em with me. the troopers, ain't Ho. You can't push it for no clap. While you snitchin' to your boys. I'm gettin' son and get your back. Young nigga tear the you talkin' 'bout this, Nigga, Fuck a trap.