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letra de voice of da tiny locs - hitman50

verse:
always on some stu sh-t
u come to da hood to take pictures
but u don’t do sh-t
everytime y’all sleep inna hood
y’all never shoot sh-t
deadhomies y’all n-ggas is my kids
that’s on 50 crip
no weapons formed against shall ever prosper
i was eaten ramen soups
now i’m eating lobster
these n-ggas out here broke
50 cent like shasta
i’m next up out da city
cuh y’all fuccin w a monster
every time i caught flocking case
cuh i sagged it out
had to many 459
they trynna max me out
i was by myself inna county
they trynna pac me out
i swear to o god
i’m whooping n-ggas ass like i’m pacciouo
head shot neck shot really trynna dome sh-t
n-ggas always trynna hold my gun
get yo own sh-t
lot 9 baby wit a k
wit ah long d-ck
n i’ll knock a n-gga down
for fuccin w da wrong crip
50 that n-gga cell
sicc in his head
n-ggas snitching telling lies
now he wishing he dead
stealing clothes outta macy’s
u ain’t getting no bread
i rather flock a n-gga house
n do time onna bed
n-ggas always saying it’s beef
but they don’t want none
how u say k!lling a bric
but still ain’t got one
everytime w slide onna opps
i’m riding shotgun
4 deep n-ggas inna bucket
trynna pop some
ask about hitty
i was really trynna knoc some
county jail fades to da pin
trynna drop some
bang onna n-gga were u from
i thinc we got one
n-gga that’s onna deadhomies
fucc 4 bang he can’t drive
onna deadhomies
had a bagel runnin down atlantic
onna deadhomies
50 the opps respect my name
that n-gga hitty w da sh-t
cuh gone buss w tha thang
we’re i’m from we don’t talk
we gone aim for da brain
sneak dissing on my name
n have yo moma n pain
got her sicc stressed out
hurt going insane
n we gone water down yo flame
if u mention da gang on hood
n-ggas do it for da fame on hood
how u claim da other side
but use to throw up da hood
i’m from a hood
n-gga were it really get sticky
w da knoc a n-gga down
n pass n touch 50
w da squabble up & squabble ups
n we can squabble bac
feeling like u lost
i grab da 40 u can squabble that
tiny loc cripping deadhomies
b-tch i honor that
stop mentioning my name
like we can’t pull up we’re to momma at
last n-gga dissing da hood
he had a heart attack
how u claiming murders on crip
but ain’t apart of that
shoulda got put onna hood
n got a charger
deadhomies p-ssy ass n-ggas
get yo murders up
see a opp
he c me b-tch
my blower up
ask about da most hated gang
yea they know it’s us
fucc yall deadhomies
yall dont really want no war with us
n-ggas dissing acting hard
like they don’t really want no war wit us

- hitman50

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