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letra de no bluffin - madopelli music

[intro: tony soprano (james gandolfini)]
all due respect, you got no f-ckin’ idea what it’s like to be number one. every decision you make affects every facet of every other f-ckin’ thing. it’s too much to deal with almost

[chorus: m.a.d. & ant dog]
woke up this morning and i bought myself a, myself a gun
no bluffin’! no bluffin’! no bluffin’! no bluffin’! no bluffin’!
woke up this morning and i bought myself a, myself a gun
no bluffin’! no bluffin’! no bluffin’! no bluffin’! no bluffin’!

[verse 1: ant dog]
walkin’ in and i’m masked up
with a gun in hand, yeah that added luck
dark gods of this rap sh-t, there ain’t no bluffin’, yeah your time is up
severed head in the middle of table, spin around ’cause i’m unstable
they don’t know what this k!llеr’s on, got a thirst for blood, get your murder on
this type of sh-t makе you go ballistic, pull the trigger, there’s no resisting
bloodstains on four walls, next victim dies from strangulation
took the cord wrapped around his neck, like the legends say protect your neck
i got to do what i got to do and i’ll sever limbs for my barbecue
‘cuz i’m a lunatic, sick f-ck gonna live by the codes
cement shoes gonna fit you nice because the hustle never stops
early morning on the grind, plastic bags full of body parts
this life, it chose me, ain’t no bluffin’ where i’m from
[chorus: m.a.d. & ant dog]
woke up this morning and i bought myself the, myself the gun
no bluffin’! no bluffin’! no bluffin’! no bluffin’! no bluffin’!
woke up this morning and i bought myself the, myself the gun
no bluffin’! no bluffin’! no bluffin’! no bluffin’! no bluffin’!

[verse 2: m.a.d.]
woke up in the morning, i’m feeling like lucky luci
like i’m feeling paranoid, smoking, who gon’ be the next to do me?
and i’m provoking these motherf-ckers to meet they maker
and any hater tryin’ to get it weighing my paper
who let the top off the draw and popped the pistol like pete?
who gave you wicked sh-t producing everything on the street?
say h-llo to the bad guy, try me, b-tch
find you in a trunk next to shovels, bury body, b-tch
we chopping limbs on the tables and puttin’ heads in the vise
they operating to save you but you more worthless than life
who opened up the case? cold k!ller act alone
iceman with the sh-t, puttin’ sh-lls into your dome
’cause i

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