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letra de one of mine - tec

[intro]
off top
sh-t crazy
if you a spider, then you one of mine
you a spider, then you one of mine
on all eighty
need like a helmet and sh-t, n-gg-
believe that
you can’t just, um…
got sh-t on, gunpowder
blood, sweat, and tears, all that

[chorus]
if you a spider, then you one of mine
it ever come a time that you dumpin’ yours
i come and swerve and i’m dumpin’ mine
hit up his curb, left it hotter than the summertime
i got that chopper, spittin’ lave on the front line
and this sh-t crazy
they took my n-gg-, we gon’ blitz sh-t daily (24/7, 365)
and i’m sticked up daily
tell mama she gon’ miss her baby

[verse 1]
bodies droppin’, buku tears, it’ll f-ck you up
grab that yopper, f-ck that cryin’, n-gg-, suck it up
now shoot ’em up, we want revenge like pac
we got fn’s, not glocks, soon as a pin get dropped we pullin’ up
hold the trigger ’til that b-tch get light and click
n-gg- actin’ like they pits, bury ’em in the backyard, michael vick
all-madden, we gon’ blitz, put him in a backwood, now he lit
ain’t no motherf-ckin’ slime, n-gg-, this that spider sh-t
in the streets with that iron, steppin’, on some hiker sh-t
they be beefin’ online and we ain’t with that typin’ sh-t
i rep that 3 like iverson, my riflemen, them purple baby vicodens
worser than isis ‘nem, b-tch it’s on sight with him

[chorus]
if you a spider, then you one of mine
it ever come a time that you dumpin’ yours
i come and swerve and i’m dumpin’ mine
hit up his curb, left it hotter than the summertime
i got that chopper, spittin’ an lava on the front line
and this sh-t crazy
they took my n-gg-, we gon’ blitz sh-t daily (24/7, 365)
and i’m sticked up daily
tell mama she gon’ miss her baby

[interlude]
you n-gg-s want a f-ckin’ war?
i’ll give you a f-ckin’ war
f-ck a blitz, i got an eight-legged explosive i’ma send it
at a b-tch -ss n-gg-, and hussein said that, you p-ssy

[verse 2]
f-ck all that talkin’, end of discussion
f-ck givin’ warnings, we want destruction
pull up on b-tches, we uppin’
like precious, this sh-t ugly
like pressure, sh-t be bustin’ n-gg-s’ pipes
you ain’t even out here clutchin’, that’s them other n-gg-s’ pipes
still hollering free that type (free the gang)
i swear i miss lil casey
when he come home, watch how sh-t get crazy (b-tch, it’s up)
could give a d-mn what they say
forever, i’ma stand on all eight legs

- tec

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