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letra de hell raiser - reace sosa

[intro]
reace sosa out dan mafia
(d-mn, bocci, i might clear that one)
really standin’ on that business, you f-ck n-ggas be flaggin’
mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, dumb

[chorus]
h-llraiser, city full of gunsmoke
palm beach, we sw-ngin’ daily, better not have your gun on safety
they say i’m next to blow, but i be thuggin’ like i ain’t got no future
mama wanted me to be a scholar, ended up a shooter
i’ma pop your top, aim at your rim, i should’ve been a hooper
blow it with two hands, i bet i score the day i ran into you
free that mafia, holdin’ that sh-t down behind them jail walls
can’t wait to see my n-ggas, turn ’em up on every jail call

[verse]
king slime my blood brother, love him like my mama made him
free my n-gga chubb, i gotta blow so i can savе him
promise it get greatеr later, been them n-ggas before some paper
still them n-ggas that’ll chase you, love to blitz you like the raiders
you ain’t got no stats in the field, but actin’ like you cut
goin’ against us like goin’ head-on with a bus
think about it later, don’t second guess, b-tch, we gon’ get it up
catch him with his head down, his soul, i’ma lift it up
when i see an opp, they know the business, know i’m ’bout to bust
i don’t drank no lean, i stay on beat, ready to shoot it up
he would’ve been alive if his dumb ass wouldn’t’ve booted up
cuddy in my mask every day, i stay suited up
thuggin’ because i got to, really standin’ on morals, i am not you
keep playin’, i’ma be the one that shot you
two guns, one to talk to
how i move when it’s up, i’m tryna spot you
and if you give a lo’, then you an opp too
the business bein’ cleared, you fake a move, then i’ma go with mine
i don’t like to miss when i hit, so i’m shoulder firin’
any time blood was ever shed, i went and popped a door
every time i think about my n-ggas, wanna drill some more, dumb
[chorus]
h-llraiser, city full of gunsmoke
palm beach, we sw-ngin’ daily, better not have your gun on safety
they say i’m next to blow, but i be thuggin’ like i ain’t got no future
mama wanted me to be a scholar, ended up a shooter
i’ma pop your top, aim at your rim, i should’ve been a hooper
blow it with two hands, i bet i score the day i ran into you
free that mafia, holdin’ that sh-t down behind them jail walls
can’t wait to see my n-ggas, turn ’em up on every jail call

[outro]
y’all know what’s good
big mafia
free all my mans, stick to the plan

- reace sosa

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