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letra de channel 9 - thf lil law

[chorus]
channel 9, he got put up on the news, we walked him down
i ain’t acknowledgin’ beef with none of you n-ggas, just spin and leave sh-t on the ground
two hundred shots, three n-ggas dead in the car, that’s how they was found
i’m from the low and the ‘go
every n-gga with me gon’ wipe a nose or blow, i already know you talked to folks

[verse]
white and rose, gia certified all my stones
and i can do this sh-t, it’s money on all my phones
stay sendin’ cheddar to all my bros
f-ckthelaw, i’m the anchor, i’m holdin’ ’em down until they come home (f-ckthelaw, f-ckthelaw, f-ckthelaw)
we usеd to f-ck with the moes, they got to twеakin’, we was puttin’ d-ck in they hoes
it’s crazy, law done got hot in the streets ’cause all of the sh-t he speakin’ be cold
all of his j be froze, his people ‘nem havin’ that sh-t, they be givin’ him lo’s
jump out the v, it’s over (it’s over), them boys, they go left, right
step on sh-t like soldiers (brr), them boys, they go left, right
chase him down, hold it steady (hold on), lil’ bro, keep your breath right
tryna stop talkin’ ’bout k!llin’ somethin’, but i always want that next stripe (get his ass, man)
n-ggas, they can’t f-ck with me, not now or in my next life
remember my first hundred, countin’ it, that sh-t up too many times (i kept wantin’ to count it)
broke n-ggas snitchin’, he couldn’t do sh-t else but drop a dime
and stop all that dissin’ on the ‘net, i bet you won’t go live (brr)
one of my n-ggas chase you, only time you have a real n-gga behind you
jump out cars blazin’, f-ck a location, we go and find sh-t
i know a n-gga up eight bodies (yeah), he only 5’10” (yeah)
and he ride ’round with five sticks
that’s my dog, go right onside him
murder always on my brain, i’m hopin’ he slip so i go and blast him
wednesday they pick up the garbage, tuesday night i’m right by the trash then
[chorus]
channel 9, he got put up on the news, we walked him down
i ain’t acknowledgin’ beef with none of you n-ggas, just spin and leave sh-t on the ground
two hundred shots, three n-ggas dead in the car, that’s how they was found
i’m from the low and the ‘go
every n-gga with me gon’ wipe a nose or blow, i already know you talked to folks

[outro]
ha-ha-ha
y’all know what’s goin’ on
thf or death, man, nothin’ else
huh, yeah, and i already know you talked to folks
wipe a nose
f-ckthelaw

- thf lil law

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