Shoestring: Shoestring's on the comeback bust you bitches up off my threads Motherfucking feds raid my shit I put that head to bed Been running from the law been rocking war from my hideaway Fuck them bitches hittin them switches perfin as I ride away Be quick for pulling your piece and slip like grease and there's a Deadly War The bitches they call me Shoestring the niggas they call me Skeletor Walkin up to your doorstep, creepin up from the back bitch, the killer Of Your dope deal The killer that left that package and that body in the driveway Murdered them on a Friday Scooped up the yea, the pay and headed back for the highway Put the coke on the floor, hand over the dough My hat is cocaine white and the feds think its blow So they pullin me over ??? honkies checkin my suitcase Somebody want to wet me up The feds are tryin to set me up Reachin for my pistol grip, I'll pop it til I drop these hoes Try to stop the click, we'll beat your shit and leave this bitch with Your Eyes closed Froze, I'm creepin up on you with that fuckin missle 30 oz six shotgun shells, all he heard was fuckin whistles Fuckin up your tissue, pack your pistol and riot pumps This motherfucker thumps, so none of my enemies jump So motherfuck your cookie crew the Avenue be rollin through Its all about the money bitch, what the fuck you wanna do Niggas wanna grab they balls, show they teeth like they jaws You niggas have more periods than the motherfuckin pussy walls So what the fuck you talkin bout, rappin ain't no thang to me You buster ass bitches ain't really what you claim to be We can throw them thangs, play the same and i'm gone bust your nose Try to stop the click, we'll beat your shit and leave this bitch with Your Eyes Closed. Bootleg: Consolidated, suckers assassinated subliminal criminology Actually rippin for salary its no formality To be a tragedy, body rip for raggedy, dogmatically Financially money's the mission Motive the means, bodies for fishin Intuition got me trapped like Quadafi erasin your posse for a hobby Dead bodies in lobbies dealin with the veteran In your head like Excederin, better than medicine Curing viruses hard as caluses Head wounds by 30 inch, givin paralysis, track record like Dallas Competition is missing, being stragled from angles In position by magicians like mathematicians I'm stackin digits and figures on petty niggas Lemon squeezing mc's with platinum triggers I'm deadly like storms in Arizona I make my living on corners, by turning niggas into organ doners, fuck Diplomas Haven't you ever heard of a killa, we can go eye to eye Cause with your eyes closed is how you die Say goodbye to the bad guy, am i my brother's keeper Reefa makes me creaper, hoe put him in a sleeper So watch yourself, watch your step for these bullets ???? But couldn't creep away from its death One of my niggas died, it was his time murder ain't jokin Flashes and blashes reading him dead with his eyes open Since we ain't no dummy, takin the aim and bust him Now the nigga was trusted, the friendship than rusted, but fuck it I rather be behind guns than in front of bullets Bullseye all in my face by a nigga who ain't scared to pull it So he's drinkin 40's pullin ???? wishes Open fire on snitches killin all the death wishes Get the picture, I never shot a man when he was runnin Pistol barrell in his face so he see all the bullets comin Cash in chronic ???/ Informer drug holder Bitches in love, niggas catch slugs between they shoulders Green shit that I'm foldin make niggas think that will hold them But they don't wanna jack trigger with mr. empty the clip I flip on the scripture like I'm Apostle But stick to the script, cause this is real nigga gospel Until my mission's accomplished, I'm gone be hostile with a bottle Didn't have no role model, so i live like fuck tomorrow The path that I chose was to roll with my OG's Killers and creepers who never sleep or dose Fuck with us be leaving with your eyes closed Its mandatory I'm wishin to catch a nigga like a transmission Straight up slippin with his eyes closed And in my hood ain't no sightseeing Fuck with us, who knows where you might be in Only police will be lookin after the hearse roll And ain't no catchin a crook, so you'll be leaving with your eyes Closed Watch your back, I'm creepin from the blind side Another nigga dead, another fuckin homicide 211 187 better call for back-up I'm a get to flyin heads, once i load my Mac up Crackheads crack up, bitch niggas back down We ain't scared of shit on the north side of flip town Dayton Avenue is where I'm from to be exact It's all about survival, tryin to get some more crack, right back Before you catch a barrel to your dome G If you with somebody else, than you and all your homies Come one come all nigga ain't no hoe up in my gang Got no time for lames and I'm a stay the same I'm criminally insane, givin pain is what I do Catchin you in plain view, makin sure your ass through Money and the power, bitches in the door Grippin on a nickle plated 44 And you'll be leaving with your eyes closed
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