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letra de hunting season - big stealf

hunting season lyrics
they say you ain’t really made it till they want you dead
it’s a lot of n-ggas out here aiming for ya spot
even n-ggas you called fam yall was breaking bread
now he coming at ya head all this for a thot
these situations never end well
bullets aimed at ya tem pell
you made a move but ya homies next to kin fell
family functions turn to screams a la cyndell
h-ll that chopper spit like principle pim pel
now n-ggas flying through them red lights and stop signs
blood stains all over ya cream interior
lil homie 16 he won’t stop cryin
a young king be headed
you feel inferior
retaliation gun clapping a round of applause
you finna go and show these n-ggas where the f-ck you from
a slow creep from the jeep a silenced exhauste
south side muhf-cka n-ggas better run

them pistols poppin windows locking n-ggas better duck
lasers out the truck spray it up we never gave a f-ck
this for all my n-ggas that ain’t get to live it up
f-ck what hood you from f-ck what cl!ck you with n-gga what
we wet the whole block up hydrants in the summer
n-ggas thought sh-t was sweet your street goin need a plumber
tires hit a skrt they work and burn rubber
speed around the block toss glocks and take cover uh
mission accomplished can’t none of the n-ggas stop us
we don’t die we multiply n-gga put that on favas
turn on the news they breaking a story live
the only victims innocent shawty was on five

- big stealf

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