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letra de hand on my glock - willie the kid & la the darkman

[verse 1: la the darkman]
n-gga i got it, got what you need
that coke, that heron, that speed
demand them purple trees, front and a n-gga bleed
i’m good at them evil deeds, it’s normal for me, homey
get the cheese like macaroni, pimpin’ like pretty toney
famous but you don’t know me, young and remember that
war like a republican, smooth as a democrat
pull a rabbit out my hat like a magician dressed in black
really a k!ller dressed in black, k!llin’ for them paper stacks
ever since i sold crack, been scrooged like ebenezer
police give me amnеsia, n-gga, i know the procedure
i’m sick, no anеsthesia can cure what’s in my jeans
f-ck a stash box, n-gga, my pistol is in my jeans
i’m a fiend for the flow, i’m a fiend for the dough
i’m a fiend for the feel of me squeezin’ that calico
amg, pay attention, embassy n-ggas, listen
i crossed the mason-dixon just to keep me out of prison, motherf-cker

[chorus: la the darkman]
violate me and you will get popped, get popped
two steppin’ with my hand on my glock, ayy
violate me and you will get popped, get popped
two steppin’ with my hand on my glock, ayy
violate me and you will get popped, get popped
two steppin’ with my hand on my glock, ayy
violate me and you will get popped, get popped
two steppin’ with my hand on my glock, ayy
[verse 2: willie the kid]
they don’t make ’em like this no more
i’m as real as they come, as fly as they say
as hot as they claim, willie man i’m hotter than flames
flyer then planes, i gotta explain i’m tired of lames
i mean i’m tired of rappers
n-ggas babblin’ i’ll hire the clappers, fire the ratchets
yeah, i mean quiet the racket
bottom line you either got it or lack it and most n-ggas lack it
sing-sing regime is full metal jacket
so many stripes and metals i need another jacket
bullet wounds they barely can patch it
rap n-ggas rather bury the hatchet, what up my n-gga, bone?
just came home, and he don’t care neither
f-ck around and catch a body like a cheerleader
yeah, n-ggas sweet like a stroodle
with feet like a poodle, small like chihuahuas
devoured all the cowards, money and the power
n-ggas know willie in the mall a couple hours
yeah, they got me thinkin’ like terrance howard
i could be wrong even though i may be right
yeah, these n-ggas soft like baby wipes
and chicks come into the crib like it’s ladies night
haha, and can’t nah n-gga see me
i’m big dangerous, you just a little weezy, willie
[chorus]
[chorus: la the darkman]
violate me and you will get popped, get popped
two steppin’ with my hand on my glock, ayy

- willie the kid la the darkman

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