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letra de run your mouth - dj cas3y

(like this)
a lotta’ n-ggas talk they sh-t and end up gettin’ they wigs split
it’s m.c. mack, a n-gga known for smackin’, jackin’ crackerjacks
buster-ass n-gga, run your mouth, and get your ass blowed off
watch me put my ski-mask on, c-ck my gat back, trick, now drop it off
lames get buried quick, and tricks that try to test they nuts get stuffed and zipped up in a body bag
to let you know your ass been had
flaugin’ weak-ass n-ggas look and throwin’ up the wrong sign
i’m starin’ at ’em like they jako, b-tch, you ain’t no friend of mine

(one-one)
one to the motherf-ckin’ two
motherf-ckin’ three, what the f-ck you gonna’ do?
to a pimpin’ ass n-gga, spittin’ game to the hoes
smokin’ on a sack, in the ‘lac, with the vogues (what the f-ck you gonna’ do?)

tommy wright a n-gga from 4 corners that ain´t got sh-t
ain´t never gon´ be sh-t never gon´ have sh-t ´till i leave up of this b-tch
what do i do?
put in work
got to do dirt ´till the day i die
can´t get a job with a [?] down my back on the track is why i stay alive (what the f-ck you gonna’ do?)
victim number 50
might be more might be less
got some kryptonite in my bullets for that vest on your chest
i´m that n-gga that never sleep
always lookin for some trouble
do my stain get in the wind screaming do is making me burn rubber
shoot a stupid sucker in a minute, don’t you give a f-ck about another n-gga, if he’s bigger you should cap his ass
n-gga like the mac’ll smack a n-gga like a n-gga smack a b-tch, you cluckers, stain a buster
smackin’, crackin’ n-ggas dome with the handle of my chrome
so now you wishin’ you didn’t run your liquor, n-gga, like we poppin’ cone
see, once again, i got to show these lemons who they dealin’ with
don’t play me weak or soft, ’cause all my n-ggas keep a f-ckin’ yalk
classified as lemon peelers, let’s make a stang, shoot that thang
like crunchy said, you stupid hoes
easy come and easy go
ayo, once again, its on
a lotta’ n-ggas talk they sh-t and end up gettin’ they wigs split
it’s m.c. mack, a n-gga known for smackin’, jackin’ crackerjacks
buster-ass n-gga, run your mouth, and get your ass blowed off
watch me put my ski-mask on, c-ck my gat back, trick, now drop it off
lames get buried quick, and tricks that try to test they nuts get stuffed and zipped up in a body bag
to let you know your ass been had
flaugin’ weak-ass n-ggas look and throwin’ up the wrong sign
i’m starin’ at ’em like they jako, b-tch, you cluckers, stain a buster

one to the motherf-ckin’ two
motherf-ckin’ three, what the f-ck you gonna’ do?
to a pimpin’ ass n-gga, spittin’ game to the hoes
smokin’ on a sack, in the ‘lac, with the vogues (one to the – one to the)
one to the motherf-ckin’ two
motherf-ckin’ three, what the f-ck you gonna’ do?

- dj cas3y

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