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letra de nocturne - enxk & igres

[intro: ?]
our future is [?]
and no one knows what tomorrow holds

[verse 1: hitman zed]
.4-5 in my hand got me actin’ crazy
scope a lemon when he slip, hit ’em for his gravy
locked in the trunk, take ’em on a ride, then it’s another homicide
n-gga found dead, bullet in his head, layin’ by the riverside
psychopath, criminal thoughts, they got me on the evening news
gotta retreat, stang up a trick, just to get my pockets thick
.4-5 in my hand, labeled me an assassin
scope my tricks, don’t say sh-t, walkin’ pistol blastin’
hit the stick, high from the blink, got me stoppin’ your heartbeat
pistol grip when you slip, your brain’s up on the concrete
dangerously, label me, some people say that i’m insane
guard your back, don’t check on my hand or you just might be the next man
that i drop by my glock, i love to see your blood shed
it was dark, creeped on your back, another n-gga left for dead
by his faith [?] his face ’cause my mind is in a daze
load up the clip, hollow tip, players gotta get paid

[verse 2: big rick]
5-0 got me paranoid, junkies walkin’ in the street
dime sacks i can’t avoid, but it’s time for me to creep
walkin’ through the alleyway fully strapped, because i can’t trust a n-gga who might try to creep up
but i don’t think it’s in my luck
cops keep on watchin’ me, i bet they think i got some rocks
run off in the dark, jumped in quickly, hit the first block
ran into the corner, see my friends house, so i took the [?]
they were goin’ fast, guess it wasn’t them, because they drove past
sittin’ aside all along, don’t know which way to go, g
what i did? i don’t know, i guess my mind tryin’ tricks on me
cops tryna find me, but i don’t know just what to do
got no money, got no rocks, i guess it’s been my curfew
[interlude: ?]
[?]

[outro: hitman zed]
lost my motherf-ckin’ mind, lemon up from outer sp-ce
hittin’ up some busters for all their cheese, then increase the murder rate
as i hit that reefer, chiefin’ hay, thinkin’ of a plot
on how to make the bodies disappear like a magician, cut it up, dump it in the river ina box
hizzo, catch up with ya kind, knock lowkey like bruce lee
knockin’ blood up out your mouth, lay you down on woodlawn street
-reloading- -gunshots- -screaming-

- enxk igres

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