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letra de paxtown - djay kennedy

verse:
from paxtown in chi town
even real k!llas can’t hold me down
its 74 with big glocks
kick down the door cuz we slang rocks
got too much to invest but f-ck stocks
i been ballin since bornday
and you b-tch try to stall with that foreplay
but f-ck her cuz its my time
bust a rhyme then commit a crime
like f-ck snitches that dont know better
take yo b-tch and make her wetter
put black and blue on a new sweater and wear it better than yo whole crew
m-th-f-cka i dont know you
so dont act like im cool with a fool
pull out my gat and bust it back and shoot macs thats bang bang in a cadillac
im ruthless i do this
your new ho want a kiss but to her man thats a diss
he come at me in public tryna make discussion
i tell his -ss step back before he get a concussion
soon as he keep steppin thats when i get to bussin
muf-cka know he shouldve just discussed it
but now he dead and his momma crying cuz im a banger and i ain’t lying
its chiraq with anti to stop the violence
but if my fam in trouble imma have to break the silence
if i ain’t give you permission to speak then sit down
yall already shouldve known its my time in my town
from tookaville to paxtown all the way down to 12-8
bust on m-th-f-ckas that try hate
my momma smoked dope while we was in the ghetto
father never home the sh-t ain’t even give me no sorrow
my uncle was og latin king diamond ring
murdered some opps on his soul
never got caught dont worry bout no parole
took out the clip and let me play wit the 40
ready to k!ll any opp that try to play on my shorty
i may be 6 but my blood carry five
to be real tho folks keep me alive
on your gangs hit list
yall shot at me and still missed
tvl tryed my turf
stabbed his -ss his face turned blue like a smurf
i k!ll opps you know how i do it
been stabbed 12 times got the scars to prove it
ride or die for a homicide we down to k!ll tonight
f-ck wit my main crew then im down to fight
f-ck wit me and you dead g
im ghost can’t see me
white boy on black tv
grew up in poverty against the stereotype
now a white driller living up to hype
its bdk for good reason going against me is treason
im hanging heads like its hunting season
i got fam halfway across the world
mob members with beautiful girls
if i make a call to the mediterranean you won’t be seen again
my uncle a k!lla my momma an addict i grew up alone
father never home ain’t never hear cpd on my phone
went to jail ain’t going back
real k!lla sold that crack
and gds got my back like its chiropract
i tell my story word for word exact
the sh-t i say is f-ckin facts
i moved out the city but i still carry the 50
move these streets swiftly it’s nifty
its rip to my main brother deonte shouts out his mother
good woman raised a good son f-ck with them and you done
i could keep going all day buts its time for rest break
caught a body bout a week ago like bobby trigga squeezin ho

- djay kennedy

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