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letra de death wish - big renz

[verse 1 – big renz]
motherf-ckers talk sh-t, but they never outside
same ones sneak dissin’, be the first ones to hide
i keep a .45 tucked, ‘cause these streets ain’t safe
one wrong step, get a bullet in your f-ckin’ face
ain’t no rules, ain’t no peace, just blood on the ground
seen homies turn snake, so i don’t keep ‘em around
f-ck the feds, f-ck the da, they can suck my d-ck
tryna lock a n-gga up, ‘cause my pockets too thick

[hook – scratched by dj supreme]
“f-ck around, catch a bullet to the brain!”
“talk tough, now your family feel the pain!”
“you got a death wish, b-tch, you got a death wish!”

[verse 2 – big renz]
i ain’t never been no b-tch, never been no punk
you step to the wrong one, get stuffed in a trunk
runnin’ your mouth ‘til i catch you alone
now you beggin’ for your life, but that mercy is gone
n-gga, f-ck what you heard, i ain’t squashin’ no beef
when it’s war, then it’s war, leave your brains in the street
i was raised by the real, i don’t talk, i don’t fold
if you cross me once, b-tch, your body turn cold

[hook – scratched by dj supreme]
“f-ck around, catch a bullet to the brain!”
“talk tough, now your family feel the pain!”
“you got a death wish, b-tch, you got a death wish!”
[verse 3 – dj supreme]
ayo, renz, let me talk to these b-tch-ass clowns
they be actin’ like they real, but they ain’t been around
i seen ‘em fold under pressure, seen ‘em talk to the cops
they ain’t built for this life, man, they fake from the top
i keep a razor in my boot, keep a strap on my hip
if a n-gga talk crazy, he get smacked like a b-tch
this that east coast grime, this that brooklyn sh-t
if you ain’t ‘bout that life, better run real quick!

[outro – dj supreme scratches]
“you got a death wish… you got a death wish…”
“better watch your back… better watch your back…”

- big renz

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