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letra de chaser - kedela

[intro: premo]
a [?] is what i got for all of you tricks
my n-ggas hit the block and c-ck your glocks and [?] slang them bricks
and don’t be bothered by the f-ckin’ narcs, with the [?] back on their ass
’cause ain’t no rules in the streets [?] the k!ller is so [?]
and i ain’t-

[verse 1: premo]
a [?] is what i got for all of you tricks
my n-ggas hit the block and c-ck your glocks and [?] slang them bricks
and don’t be bothered by the f-ckin’ narcs, with the [?] back on their ass
’cause ain’t no rules in the streets [?] the k!ller is so [?]
and i ain’t goin’ for this six and three, [?] let me [?]
and my refugee, tellin’ me, thinkin’ that i’m slippin’
but this [?] is just like [?] tight, so you best to bring it on
a group of pigs, sent to h-ll, ask my n-gga [?]

[verse 2: premo]
and let you feel the pain that you bring to my hood
we done better with your sh-t, the streets as i’vе understood
and always watch where you’rе walkin’
now my n-ggas down, word a mouth
you better call for backup, ’cause it’s time to claim my n-gga 1-8-7

[verse 3: mac kile]
i’m screamin’ murderer, assassin, wanna k!ll me ’cause i’m black and
the five-o best to back up of a real n-gga d-ck, ‘fore the glock get to blastin’
hollowtips, turnin’ them blue boys red
you got my n-ggas [?] f-cked up, now feel this hot lead to your head
[chorus: ?]
f-ck five-o, n-gga we don’t want no peace
the n-ggas run the streets
f-ck five-o, n-gga we don’t want no peace
the n-ggas run the streets

[verse 4: mac kile]
you got my n-ggas [?] f-cked up, now feel this hot lead to your head
seventeen [?] goin’ out to all you fake ass cops
you f-ck with real k!llers, get that motherf-ckin’ ass popped
ain’t no motherf-ckin’ cop sh-t, all of y’all b-tches can suck my d-ck
trick, you got some ana to pick, put down the bags and the gun, b-tch
the n-ggas out the structs [?]
and if ya blue boys don’t know, the nine milimeter will teach ya
my n-ggas watch your back, the quicker that kile be schemin
and when these b-tches k!ll me, mac kile gon’ die screamin’

[chorus: ?]
f-ck five-o, n-gga we don’t want no peace
the n-ggas run the streets
f-ck five-o, n-gga we don’t want no peace
the n-ggas run the streets

[outro: premo]
a [?] is what i got for all of you tricks
my n-ggas hit the block and c-ck your glocks and [?] slang them bricks
and don’t be bothered by the f-ckin’ narcs, with the [?] back on their ass
’cause ain’t no rules in the streets [?] the k!ller is so [?]
and i ain’t goin’ for this six and three, [?] let me [?]
and my refugee, tellin’ me, thinkin’ that i’m slippin’
but this [?] is just like [?] tight, so you best to bring it on
a group of pigs, sent to h-ll, ask my n-gga [?]

- kedela

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