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letra de kill nobody yet - disiplyn

how come you got all dem guns and you ain’t k!ll n0body yet
lemme get ma m14
took a n-gga head off clean
they ask me if i have any regrets
how come you got all dem guns and you ain’t k!ll n0body yet

this is that city lights, pretty bike, i got my henny
bad b-tch on the p-ssenger, she thinks i’m really nice
this is that really might, end ya life, i got my 50
my n-ggas milly rockin while drinkin milly light
i been in many fights, this may be 420 right
i dunno but i got handed a mag while i’m twisted i’m thinkin this gon be a busy night
ayy the rum it just hit me right
i figure i’m tipsy a jack boy like biggie
ya feel me…this military life
i’m suited, i’m gifted, i’m good at this business
you couldn’t fit the shoes that fit me right
got everything blue cuz infantry light
light infantry carrying weight with mobility
stay out ma vicinity you not officially 11bravo
you might just get instantly punched in the nostril
if you don’t religiously follow the gospel
the bible
no time for god nah i’m talking proficiency
rifles, survival, revival, put pressure on vitals, homicidal tendencies
invisibility under ma gilly i’m behind a sniper aiming at his dentistry
the instant he brilliantly pulls on this trigger b
it’s gon be body bags zippers and symphonies
shooting is all bout consistency
i will consistently light up these n-ggas like christmas trees
you give me 300 meters
i will efficiently ruin his cranial symmetry
i put the imagery into these lyrics he
should’ve initially been in a casket
mama ain’t show me no sympathy
she said specifically she never wanted to have him
she thought traditionally boys only become delinquents and savage
in all her persistence she made me now look who’s laughin. it should be you that i’m thankin
it should be ma girl i’m spankin
matter fact it should be what it should be
she only needs to say babe it’s your p-ssy to finish me
dreamt about mortal kombat in my infancy

could still see james dying in my memory
try to talk to rod but couldn’t even hear what he was tellin me
cuz we fightin the enemy the bullets too loud and they settin up artillery
and the moon’s too bright my night vision got no vision b
and i’m looking at the night sky
these tracers got this motherf-cka shining so vividly
this is that really might end ya life i got my 249
it’s like 2:49 in the morning
i’m returning fire their wives’ll be mourning
i continue going, you owe me for all of this rum i be pouring
i’m ambien snortin, recordin, and sportin a rag
from one of your brothers that you’ll never have
you called em habib and we call em bag
all of you people other than grunts are so sad
taking my stories from a life you couldn’t live half

- disiplyn

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