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letra de fatal tragedy freestyle - slim guerilla

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late night on the creep, friday f-cking 13th
drunk as h-ll, this alize, some n-gga say he had beef with me
he was talking h-lla sh-t, he put his hand up under his coat
didn’t know if he had a gun or if the n-gga was tryna sell me some dope
in my mind i ain’t wanna k!ll but i couldn’t let him k!ll me first
if the busta had the chance, the n-gga would try to lay me in the dirt
take a puff from the hay as i let my pistol spray
the n-gga body fell on the floor, police got me on the chase
running and dodging in the woods, man i couldn’t go out like that
so i jumped up over the fence, you know i had to throw my gat
police always on my ass, police always on my d-ck
had to get away fast, my n-gga sick as sh-t
finally had a break, went behind the f-cking corner store
knew i collected some money, so you know i went and collected my dough
next thing you know, a b-tch done snitched on sg rilla mane
threw her ass in the trunk, grabbed the f-cking pump and things
she was crying like a hoe, told the b-tch to shut the f-ck
said we was going to the graveyard, you better not say nothing
and keep your mouth shout
told almighty to hit my phone, f-ck this hoe, you know it’s on
man i’m about to put this hoe to sleep and bust in her f-cking dome
i don’t really f-cking care, i refuse to go to jail
still creeping in ’94, sending y’all n-ggas to h-ll
crazy how this bullsh-t happened on friday the 13th
but oh well, guess you call it motherf-ckin’ fatal tragedy

- slim guerilla

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