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letra de chiefin' & creepin' - doom shop productions

[verse 1:]
my ace of boon coon, love that funk, like i love them f-ckin’ spliffs
sometimes i be so high, will i die, hangin’ from a cliff?
cancer in the brain, from the ink, smoke, let me choke a whole f-ckin’ pound of dope
wouldn’t last, 24-24 cheefin’ out, at the shop, doom shop, smokeathon
and when a fool, disrespect, we pullin’ up, them loaded guns
judges, lawyers, bustas, b-tches, cowards, lowdown motherf-ckers
talkin’ bout rules, f-ckin’ fools, intimidatin’ them, on my hustle
i’m that player i say to myself don’t trust no one
droppin’ hints, peepin’ much game, doin’ my thang
i’m the mane who to blame, controllin’ sh-t, doom shop clique
man, i found a banana clip, standin’ strong, down for minе
hackin’ your hand with a spaghetti spine
breakin’ thеm off, how heavy can i get, like four fat b-tches in a u-haul truck
come to your house, shootin’ it up, and if i die, who gives a f-ck?

[verse 2:]
drop the beat like a skunk, let me get this mother- crunk
a pimp up in the house, bringin’ north memphis funk
actin’ a fool on a sunday night, smoking at the peace park
celebratin’, i’m the mane, drinkin’ [?] all night
b-tches wanna dig gold, know it’s cost the life i live
mane i started from nothin’ [?]
now i’m comin’ clean, dawg, cheefin’ through the moonlight
ruger on my left, big bone on my windpipe
and i still kick it with the fools i came up with
down from the get-go, strapped with the four-four
same, thang, different game, i’m up on another level
i ain’t got time for dog-tackin’, lackin’, packin’ on stackin’
jump up out the bed, throw the gun belt on my hip
fool might wanna trick-or-treat, so i pack a extra clip
slippin’ in the city streets, minus a no-no
think, i got my head down, fool, i’m from the underground, n-gga

- doom shop productions

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