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letra de did it have to come to this - snubnoze

[verse 1: blackout]
blow a motherf-cker’s brains to the wall, watch him fall
i don’t give a f-ck
kronik smoking ain’t no jokin’, bustas i can’t get enough
spirits in the graveyard, pump you like an air
hoes toe up, [?] b-tch, and a bl–dy nose from the two-o gauge on the face that you lay
gives you two plus one but you can’t figure this
n-ggas crazed state of mind that i be in, you can’t win
steppin’ with the attitude, blackout fresh off out the pen
all i want for christmas is my switchers and my twenty sack
b-l-a-c-k-o-u-t, i’m ridin’ with the f-ckin’ strap
fresh off out of the smoke in the dark like a k!lla ho
snubnoze motherf-cker representin’ you better know
talkin’ stupid sh-t, you’ll get beat to the f-ckin’ ground
if yo’ posse deep then get ready for the fo’ fo’ sounds
[?] i can’t sleep, here’s a cloud nine
laid back in a trance ‘fore i lose my f-ckin’ mind
scopin’ out the world throught my [?], stalkin’ the danger zone
f-ck the motherf-ckin’ police on my nuts
young n-ggas too tryin’ to play me like a rookie b-tch
doin’ sh-t behind my back ready to get they wig split
to the next family crime, funeral scene, there’s no dream
playin’ with a k!ller it’s like playin’ with a guillotine
on fire, desire, to see yo’ insides runnin’ out
blood comin’ out yo’ eyes, fallin’ at the f-ckin’ mouth
thought you was the godd-mn sh-t but you ain’t nothin’ but a b-tch
catch the sky and say goodbye, now did it have to come to this?
[verse 2: blackout]
b-l-a-c-k-o-u-t, don’t be a fool and f-ck with me
ridin’ throught the dark with and they get right on the front seat
they try to pull ’em jack stunts, i took my sh-t off out the trunk
robbin’ a n-gga when he got sh-t, man they got me f-cked up
[?] ain’t fallin’ short, cut this b-tches with a butcher knife
blue lights behind me they gon’ have to chase my ass tonight
mane i’m kinda drunk, i can’t even see a thing straight
mary jane smoke got me f-cked up and i’m out today
out of the world, here come [?], i’m that n-gga yeah
talkin’ sh-t only get yo’ head f-cked against the wall
lights got me so d-mn paranoid i watch my f-ckin’ back
so when you think ’bout runnin’ i’m all ready to a f-ckin’ tech
boom boom buckshots flying out all out off yo’ chest
come face to face with death now you punk asses are put to rest
i’m serious as a heart attack, i don’t be playing no
i constantly want to k!ll but can’t be seen, [?] deathrow
behind bars don’t be playin’ when you locked up in that b-tch
besides, being told what to do ain’t just [?]
so f-ck it is the mood that i’m in right ’bout now
appearin’ from the smoke is we chockin’ [?] clouds
i’m lockin’ in a trance so you know i can’t sleep
is gonna be a bl–dy scene when you’re talkin’ sh-t to me

- snubnoze

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