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letra de crime is us - shredgang mone

[hook: mone]
funds “r” us, guns “r” us, drugs “r” us, plugs “r” us, n-gg-
talk is you, no bite, all bark is you
outlined chalk is you
crimes “r” us, dimes “r” us, line ’em up, princess cut, diamond buffs
lame is you, no joy, all pain is you
talk more sh-t than -n-s do, n-gg-

[verse 1: mone]
his palms are sweaty, knees look like long spaghetti
he’s tellin’ on his partner already, dawg’s forgetting
he’s nervous, but on the stand he looks more than ready
to tell it all, so when he get out, we stretch ’em
mama’s so proud, ’til they find him in the ground
’cause snitchin’ foul, actin’ like he beat the trial
we catch ’em out, put that choppa in his mouth
c-ck back, “bow!”, now his brains all on the ground
snap back to reality, choppas up in the alley with me
wanna give it up, i hear all them say “daddy get ’em”
internet thugs, can’t wait ’til i catch them n-gg-s
yo man’s got dropped, so f-ck it you get a casket with ’em
cop a plea to who? dumb b-tch, i brought the ratchet with me
see some icy -ss white buffs, i’ma sn-tch them b-tches
i ain’t a hall monitor, it ain’t no p-sses given
you n-gg-s dying just to live, i’m tryna last my n-gg-, shred!

[verse 2: masoe]
done for a few, you won’t see us unless you watchin’ the news
true to my crew, been causing h-ll since we cashed the true’s
number 1 dude, riding ’round with top hitta too
tested by few, with more than one, we stretchin’ them too
do what i do, i peep you n-gg-s watchin’ my moves
loaded with dog, but not the kind you feed no food
fear no fool, fight who? i brought my tool
dropped yo goon, what makes you think we gone fight you?
off white coupe, don’t mind my b-tch she off white too
run yo tooth, we fill yo whip with holes like luke
grind for my loot, put blood, sweat, & pills with my juice
pounds getting flew, its beef they dropped, & that get truce
real soup, keep my .40 like a drunk & his brew
pain is you, i draw this b-tch & then i aim at you
hang with a few, its f-ck you if you don’t hang with us too
he call too much, hope he ain’t telling, then it’s f-ck him too, money n-gg-!

- shredgang mone

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