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letra de menace ii society - dustero

[intro: o-dog and cashier from menace ii society]

ayy dont ya give my homeboy his change?
i don’t want any trouble, just get out
i can’t stand yall
i feel sorry for your mother…
what you say about my mama?
ya feel sorry for who?
i dont want any trouble just get out!
what the f-ck you say about my mama?
i dont want any trouble just get out!
you talkin sh-t!
-arguing-
-bang- -bang- yeah! -bang- yeah!

[chorus: dustero]
hop on the scene ya know i be thuggin
the glock on my hip so ya know that im clutchin
catch me an opp ima pop him in public
throwin them fits boy ya act like a b-tch
bullet hit his sh-t and i look like a k!lla when i ran over that slob i knew i was lit
started lookin for them b-tches with big ass, but they keep crying
oh you got a boyfriend?
b-tch stop lying!
did i fall off? got you on my d-ck all day long now
just because i pull out the sawed off
got ya prayin “god i hope he dont blow my head off”
[verse one: chris505 & dustero]
getting the glock ready to pop
hit ’em in thе f-ckin’ head, watch ’em drop
i’m a k!ller, nеver gonna stop
run up on me, you getting chopped
got the money, got the fame
haters be talking sh-t
i’m the king, sitting in my tower
blasting n-ggas every hour
i’m a menace, call me a villain
i’m the realest, blasting n-ggas, you can’t stop me
ready for war
you’ll ain’t sh-t, i’ll be k!lling n-ggas one by one
i’m a king
you’re just a f-ckin’ p-wn
f-ck death row, i’m the one who won
i run this sh-t, no need for a showdown
i’m the king of the game, do the f-cking math
i’m a cold-hearted k!ller, no remorse
catch me on the block, holding down the fort
ain’t no competition, i’m the boss
if you cross me, you’ll feel the force
i run this sh-t
got the whole city on lock down, can’t quit
i’m a product of the streets, raised in the hood, had to figure it out
now i’m on top, ain’t no stopping me now
blasting n-ggas, that’s just how i get down
b-tch ya know we got drac’s on drac’s
who is we? deathrow k
spin that boy with the drac’ ayy
you gonna die in yo sleep
shootin sh-t on and off the court like kobe bryant
[chorus: dustero]
hop on the scene ya know i be thuggin
the glock on my hip so ya know that im clutchin
catch me an opp ima pop him in public
throwin them fits boy ya act like a b-tch
bullet hit his sh-t and i look like a k!lla when i ran over that slob i knew i was lit
started lookin for them b-tches with big ass, but they keep crying
oh you got a boyfriend?
b-tch stop lying!
did i fall off? got you on my d-ck all day long now
just because i pull out the sawed off
got ya prayin “god i hope he dont blow my head off”

[verse two: chris505]
got the glock on me, ready to cause some pain i don’t talk, i just let the bullets speak
i’m coming through with that fire in my eyes
i’m making moves i stay lowkey
i’m always on the grind
i’m a savage in the game, i’m one of a kind
i’m a cold-hearted k!ller, i don’t show no mercy
i’ll leave you in a ditch
i’m on the block with my glock, ready to pop
aiming for the top, ain’t no time to stop
shot that n-gga up, watch ’em drop no mercy, no
love, just straight thuging n-gga
that’s the mission watch my homie k!ll this m-th-f-cka, ain’t no one better got that 40 on my hip, ready to let it rip
ain’t no mercy in my eyes, watch me let it flip
i don’t give a d-mn, i just wanna see ’em fall
i’m a one-man army, i do what i gotta do
i’m a force to be reckoned with, i’m a straight-up g n-gga
[chorus: dustero]
hop on the scene ya know i be thuggin
the glock on my hip so ya know that im clutchin
catch me an opp ima pop him in public
throwin them fits boy ya act like a b-tch
bullet hit his sh-t and i look like a k!lla when i ran over that slob i knew i was lit
started lookin for them b-tches with big ass, but they keep crying
oh you got a boyfriend?
b-tch stop lying!
did i fall off? got you on my d-ck all day long now
just because i pull out the sawed off
got ya prayin “god i hope he dont blow my head off”
[outro]
“youll n-ggas need to hurry up go in there buck them n-ggas and get da f-ck out dont be playin’
okay hear what im saying k!ll’em n-ggas and get the f-ck back so we stab out imma be chilling right here
ay n-ggas i want to know if you ready to do this sh-t -cl!ck -clack- is you ready to do this sh-t or what m-th-f-cker
ain’t n0body acting no p-ssy when we get the f-ck out man”

- dustero

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