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letra de big al - westside gunn

[verse 1: rome streetz]
ayo, son of malcolm and mind of martin, the heart of huey p
shoot up a cracker eulogy, gun powder on my louis v (bah, bah)
got questions with no answers like, “is life just a lucid dream?”
it’s harder to do right beside this rappin’, i’m in tune with schemes
my dope on the spoon, the stamp on the package was new regime (uh huh)
put it in the wax paper, wrappin’ it, straight to the fiends
tarot read, you grew the death into magician after
this a different chapter, i draw a gun that’s bigger to clap ya
self lord and master, don’t adore the lord, free all the trappers (free my n-ggas)
got caught with the raw in the door of the ‘lac truck
never had much before, my only thoughts was stack up
you either be the one makin’ the punch or shootin’ smack up
can’t rely on n-ggas, dun, keep your gun for back up (deadass)
squeeze the trigger ’til your finger numb then don’t get clapped up
vital survival sh-t, feel the high when my rival hit
look the judge in the eye and lie my hand on the bible sh-t (f-ck you, n-gga)

[verse 2: westside gunn]
ayo, dip got k!lled (ah), munch got k!lled (ah)
pete got k!lled (ah), casablanca silk (ah)
we ain’t even healed before some more blood spilled
moms lost two sons in a year
i don’t even wanna know how that sh-t feel (uh uh), eastside sh-t real (ah)
knowledge from dope past, clutching my bl!ck still
i’m godly (i’m godly, i’m godly, godly)
it was either me or him allah, i’m sorry (allah, i’m sorry, allah, i’m sorry, i’m sorry)
what the f-ck would you do? (ah)
crossover, two different pots, skip to my lou (ah, whip)
hitler wears hermes hangin’ at the louvre
in the bay, racin’ rari’s with larry june (skrrt)
look at the v’s in the westside doom (ah)
[outro: westside gunn]
rest in peace, doom
all f-ckin’ caps
rest in peace to my og
i lost that n-gga few months ago
that was my n-gga

- westside gunn

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