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letra de left'em dead - crunchy black

[intro: crunchy black & dj paul]
d-mn man a n-gga pocket f-cked up in this mother f-cker
yeah! yeah! yeah! that’s f-cked up
a n-gga need to find out how we go get some
dead presidents or something man
you know what i’m sayin a n-gga
got to get straight around this mother f-cker
n-ggas got that m-th- f-ckin sh-t, don’t wanna share it
n-ggas we know you tight, m-th- f-cker you need to share that sh-t
before a n-gga break you off something
(prophet m-th- f-ckin entertainment)
you know what i’m saying, you know what i mean, a n-gga go break you off
you need to share that sh-t, motherf-ckers f-cked up round here
we go take care of that, something go have to get straight
or something go have to go mother f-cking sour n-gga!
you know what i mean
a mother f-cker go have to handle ya mother f-cking -ss
n-gga share that sh-t, a n-ggs know you on, a n-gga know you tight
you better take care of ya boys dog
you know what i mean, a n-gga go handle ya m-th- f-cking -ss
with the mother f-cking seriousness! b-tch!!!!!!!!!!!!

[verse 1: crunchy black]
it’s crunchy black the demon child, another mystery made
another stang, boo set up another n-gga in his grave
i’m constantly scopin out you n-ggas with that bible sh-t
you thank i’m straight, b-tch i ain’t straight
i’m out to get your sh-t
my smith & wesson teaches lessons for you hard head ho’s
to drop off you want feel pain unless you don’t do as told
but if you got ya f-ckin pistols and ya thank ya beat
the 3-6 mafia
n-gga try ya luck and we’ll see

[verse 2: scan man]
mr. world-wide-panic
so watch the scan man get his automatic
then get crazy like a criminal because
these n-ggas don’t know nothing bout me
watch ya self when you stack ya wealth
keep that sh-t between ya self
cause these k!llas from the prophet posse
go use 2 n-ggas to make ya death
cause we crazed
with the rage
having a urge that can’t be replaced
out of the leaves, seen all them trees
then i leave with ya cheese
now prepare for the world to turn over
cause prophet posse n-ggas just have tookin over!!!

[verse 3: crunchy black & project pat]
man i’m gettin tired of all you playa hatin b-tches
playa hatin on this game, you see a n-gga out to getcha
you see i heard from ya ho’s you was flodgin bout ya riches
so i had to hit the klan tell we had to come and getcha
so i told them i’ll hit them back
so i can go get some facts
scopin out this n-gga shack
making sure that sh-t is fat
then i hit lil scan and pat
told em that that sh-t was fat
then my n-gga project said:
“when we go get this b-tch”

[verse 4: scan man]
go to war
crunchy and scan
drop them bodies off to the sh0r-
there’s no more
in this b-tch
trying to get buck with this cl!ck
i’m insane in the brain
got me throwing bodies off the train
acid rain from the sky
wash the remains down the drain
in your yard, after dark
it’s them n-ggas who like to rob
in ya face with no trace
you go vanish from this place
no one cries
could you die
scan man dares to wipe there eyes
lullabyes
a hear the tomb
so ya cl!ck is not to soon

[hook: project pat]
young g’s looking out for a meal ticket
catch you slippin in ya sh-t and we will take it
to a level that you hoes cannot handle b-tch
six shots from the glock, left ’em dead
young g’s looking out for a meal ticket
catch you slippin in ya sh-t and we will take it
to a level that you hoes cannot handle b-tch
six shots from the glock, left ’em dead
young g’s looking out for a meal ticket
catch you slippin in ya sh-t and we will take it
to a level that you hoes cannot handle b-tch
six shots from the glock, left ’em dead
young g’s looking out for a meal ticket
catch you slippin in ya sh-t and we will take it
to a level that you hoes cannot handle b-tch
six shots from the glock, left ’em dead

- crunchy black

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