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letra de f ** k five-o - dj squeeky

[chorus: ?]
f-ck five-o, n-gga we don’t want no peace
the n-ggas run the streets
f-ck five-o, n-gga we don’t want no peace
the n-ggas run the streets
f-ck five-o, n-gga we don’t want no peace
the n-ggas run the streets
f-ck five-o, n-gga we don’t want no peace
the n-ggas run the streets

[verse 1: premo]
shoot ’em up mane, it’s time to toss a cross at the mirrors
i got my glizzock c-cked and i won’t stop for your row block, you blue boys
how you figure i gon’ hit the gas, you got a n-gga paranoid
with all your noid, makin’ me do the dash
and wrap my sh-t around a popo, f-ck that five-o
it’s time to let you know, [?] n-ggas, [?] go
i done cl!ckin’ about the k!ller b-tch with a badge on his chest
thеm hollowtips, they won’t do, gotta send them cop-k!llеrs one of your vp vest
and let you feel the pain that you bring to my hood
we done better with your sh-t, the streets as i’ve understood
and always watch where you’re walkin’
now my n-ggas down, word a mouth
you better call for backup, ’cause it’s time to claim my n-gga 1-8-7
got the chrome thang for your popo, yo mo they can’t hang
we count the ammo, you and d let’s go and get them hoes
now draw a line, let me see which one of you b-tches gon’ pop your nuts
and crawl the danger zone, and get blown, down the kingdom come
a [?] is what i got for all of you tricks
my n-ggas hit the block and c-ck your glocks and [?] slang them bricks
and don’t be bothered by the f-ckin’ narcs, with the [?] back on their ass
’cause ain’t no rules in the streets [?] the k!ller is so [?]
and i ain’t goin’ for this six and three, [?] let me [?]
and my refugee, tellin’ me, thinkin’ that i’m slippin’
but this [?] is just like [?] tight, so you best to bring it on
a group of pigs, sent to h-ll, ask my n-gga [?]
[chorus: ?]
f-ck five-o, n-gga we don’t want no peace
the n-ggas run the streets
f-ck five-o, n-gga we don’t want no peace
the n-ggas run the streets
f-ck five-o, n-gga we don’t want no peace
the n-ggas run the streets
f-ck five-o, n-gga we don’t want no peace
the n-ggas run the streets

[verse 2: mac kile]
i’m screamin’ murderer, assassin, wanna k!ll me ’cause i’m black and
the five-o best to back up of a real n-gga d-ck, ‘fore the glock get to blastin’
hollowtips, turnin’ them blue boys red
you got my n-ggas [?] f-cked up, now feel this hot lead to your head
seventeen [?] goin’ out to all you fake ass cops
you f-ck with real k!llers, get that motherf-ckin’ ass popped
ain’t no motherf-ckin’ cop sh-t, all of y’all b-tches can suck my d-ck
trick, you got some ana to pick, put down the bags and the gun, b-tch
we’re k!llers, believe me, you’re fitted inside of a body bag
[?] toe-tag, [?] the black men, with the blue flag, no death acts
feelin’ on my nuts, ticklin’ for yayo, n-gga have no, better stepbro
before i pull the double [?]
glock, knock, gunshots on your block
ready to untie sh-lls, why you sendin’ n-ggas, straight to h-ll
[?] is my pockets, where ya b-tches can’t f-ck with this pimp sh-t
[?] to dig, slangin’ bricks, all about how b-tch
so what you want to do, not what i got in mind
because i’m thinkin’ about [?] punk-ass with my nine
seventeen times (k!ller, i’m k!ller)
buckshots be heard (yo mama in the river)
the n-ggas out the structs [?]
and if ya blue boys don’t know, the nine milimeter will teach ya
my n-ggas watch your back, the quicker that kile be schemin
and when these b-tches k!ll me, mac kile gon’ die screamin’
[chorus: ?]
f-ck five-o, n-gga we don’t want no peace
the n-ggas run the streets
f-ck five-o, n-gga we don’t want no peace
the n-ggas run the streets
f-ck five-o, n-gga we don’t want no peace
the n-ggas run the streets
f-ck five-o, n-gga we don’t want no peace
the n-ggas run the streets

- dj squeeky

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