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Im wakin up in the sewers, what was yesterday
Covered in shit and blood mane i hate this motherfucking smell
Gotta remember everythang from that odd day
On my way back from the gutter like ive been in hell
Oh shit mane theres a fuckin drugstore in my bag
With some xylazine and the twelve gauge
I would rather be in ditch, rot all the way
This fucked up shit, dead people all around me
Go, go, be careful five-o
Oh shyt, mane, this the fuckin' drug store
Go, go, be careful five-o
I'm still creepin' on tha kut, so u got the problem
I cant stand 9-5, as a matter of fact
Never had will for work and i mean legal job
Only rob, killin, stang gang bang type of shit
Theres my place foe diligence in reality
Its about time to ride in my 94 steamer
20 shells, ready to serve, penetrate bustaz
Gotta grab my tec-9, some ink with it
Im smoked out hard and im on a killing spree
I wake up again and i want pop sucka
Punk motherfucker leave the hot bullet in yo chest
And i wanna see yo guts too
Yea i am menace for yo all crew
Yo wsup mane, listen up, i got a sneaky job
Keep ur mouth closed n take the motherfuckin glock
Get the bank, rob it, then get out, fast
Drive by heavy motherfucka on your path
Knock knock, dead cop with a hole in head
Red eyes, its ok, i'm just high as hell
Another bullet to ur dome, we aint joke, so
Come n take a ride in hell, foe
Da projects, skimask cover sneaky ass
Go by, sucka, or catch a bullet in your chest
Slow down, mane, i got a good plan
Im bout to make a stang like a maniac
Wanna dump me bae, it ain't gon' work
Playa hater, talk this shyt to ma sawed-off
Go, go, be careful, five-o
Im still creepin on the kut, so u got the problem
Go, go, be careful five-o
Oh shyt, mane, this the fuckin' drug store
Go, go, be careful five-o
I'm still creepin' on tha kut, so u got the problem
Go, go, be careful five-o
Oh shyt, mane, this the fuckin' drug store
Go, go, be careful five-o
I'm still creepin' on tha kut, so u got the problem
