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letra de let it begin - c-mob

[verse 1: doe boi]
when blood get to running
adrenaline pumping your skin
and discussing these songs
finna blackout and get past some gangster sh-t next
hyper medics split these guts i be calm too long
just don’t call me better or not
put a loaded cypher off on then
now we can take it that’s how you start a fire
packed the heat
he get, possess out the street
i’m still repping now
i’mma ride till i die for that sh-t
to marry that b-tch and it’s death till us part
bring a pie to the [?]
i beat asses to start
how you lined up be on but you really a mark
talk to the [?] get you torn apart
a magazine get you issue when it start
got k!llers who quick to creep and leave your body
they can leave you popped and bleeding out your arms
a murder from the dark
with my word and my vows
take a second think about it pause
you know how i get down
it’s scaredy sh-t
not even i’ll put some whiners on
in the back knock a b-tch out
you the type to fetal position
curled up and get tucked
and among outta place and what’s up
finna dope f-ck em up
i ain’t gon break a b-tch like you could bust
just cause
and if hones-tingly
n-gga do know you went and i’m through f-cking with you lames i’mma g
what you need to do is get like me and get equal
some bullets in it this time
we find a p-ssy and follow the boy
looking for spot finna pop em knock em off the block
all these shots and i eat
surrounded by sixes and feet
moving up combining i foresee it
let it begin
[bridge: sinna]
c-motherf-cking-mob
where the f-ck you at my n-gga!!?

[verse 2: c-mob]
wanna run up
get done up
put your gun up
my mind body and soul is covered in plenty scars
when i pull out this glock 17 i can hit you square dead in the head at like 20 yards
where the bullets are whizzing
they burn
that’s why i look, listen, and learn
these streets they will eat you alive if you let em
you bet em yo ashes will sit in a urn
better twist and it turns
churning yo stomach put a burn in yo hundreds
better come off that money yo finna owe
better not try to f-ck with c-mob
and do not try to f-ck with doe boi and sinna rose
so prepare to bust guns
try to battle me
i’ll leave your family crushed son
never sit back i get back
go cl!ck-clack
gonna rip that hole right out your chest
cause i trust none
you lay with them dogs you’ll get fleas
don’t let them rats take yo cheese
the snake it will slither
wrap around the trigger look right at you in the eyes hissing and squeeze
a different breed is what i am and that’s all i can be
i just stay true to me keep it g
no fakers allowed in my circle
we keep it one-hundred
and there will not be secrecy
at ease
the breathe that they’re taking is deep
got em shaking they’re faking they’re weak
i cannot trust a coward
their soul is devoured
they try to get power from hate and deceit
as i grow old
my heart continues to get cold
my soul
i fed it with seams
but b-tch you better back the f-ck up i got no problem going to war i just headed for gein
[verse 3: sinna]
that murder
that drama
better reach for your armor
we torturing souls
evil kidnapping mamas
putting bodies in my path it be death when i’m dishing
make a f-cked up decision
dead but shawty not missing
you b-tches too soft
m-16’s to yo jaw
at yo mo’f-cking funeral guns going off
sh-t, intentions to k!ll
gotta go hound with the steel
the last thing he saw was my braids and my grill
turn this alakazam psychopath in yo town
having vengeance of faces that are left in the ground
30,45,65 shots with no sound
people who dope and flesh when the sinna’s around
but the mayans a lunatic
sick and decayed
shoulda called up yo mamma then told her you dead
then i kick in yo door like the motherf-cking fed’s
shoulda seen em get shaking and shivering scared
d-mn my conscious is telling me “delete the targets”
stop all the bullsh-t like rap bring the darkness
hop out with weapons as soon as i park it
danger is criminal villain regardless
k!ll my name out yo mouth b-tch i’ll blow yo brains out
there be h-lla blood leaking on the side of yo house
put the knives in yo spouse threw that murder on bow
i’mma releasing some beast and but your body took pieces
better brain in little jesus
i’mma evil [beligion?]
having thoughts i’mma demon
tell me wishing you dreaming
but your soft ass awoke a big gun to yo throat
if i run out of bullets as the clip’s in my coat
a gorilla mixed beast put slugs in your white-t
who gon call the police when the sin’s finna eat
get yo whole body beat
get no sh-t if you deep
i’mma sinna i do me
[iron hawk?] to get creased
i jeffery dahmer n-ggas off in the wall
you could wake up in f-cked up conditions like saw
i’ll stephen king you n-ggas or i might ghost
sn-tch out your eyes, no for real
when the slaughter begin
gain, gain, gain
sin, sin, sin, sin

- c mob

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