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letra de nx sympathy in skc - meda dxn

i got no sympathy
shootin at enemies
don’t give a f-ck about them or they families
talk about choppas i’m lettin mine breathe
how many we talking i think about three
nah i’m jus playing it’s prolly bout ten
f-ck round wit don and get shot in the head
caught the kid lackin and knocked off his dreads
don’t talk to me if you f-ck wit the feds
i’m on my grind and i’m getting my bread
don’t let him talk i don’t know what he said
just shoot at a n-gga colt 4 0 hit the window
he gon blow, quiet tiptoe, no kilo, no stilo
pack depot
stop slippin slippa
for i pull the trigga and i shoot a n-gga
better catch your balance for i hit the hitta
if sh-t happens we gon l!ck the l!cka or nick the nikka make the sick sicka
that’s that typa sh-t to makе a trippa trip
so imma drown my sh-t
diamonds shining ain’t gonna and take a sip
girl on me cuz i got the zip
bangin so hard off thе rip
gotta right hand man sell a dish

(lemme hit this spliff)
(okay yeah)

dont f-ck wit the set imma vet we drove by boy
shootout back to back we hit his hat don’t wanna die boy
say he rep the same don’t know his name das a lie boy
imma shoot his shorty wit my 40 dis ain’t no child toy
man this little b-tch
he say wit the sh-t
ion know
pull up slow
let’s see if he is
i can’t even diss cuz i don’t even know his name
say he with the sh-t but he don’t even know what gang
who the f-ck is 05? caught him and leave him with no eyes
who the f-ck i’d m——? he ain’t stylin leave him with no brain
thought he was my friend he ain’t mean sh-t sell him like cocaine
leave his body inna b-tch and burn a b-tch wit propane

i got no enemies
they are all dead too me
left em in coffins six feet in the dirt
f-cking ya b-tch and i’ll holding her hair
if i come wit my team you gon leave inna hurry

(oh sh-t we done?)
(i ain’t even say what i wanted to say)
(pary two!)

- meda dxn

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