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Ballin in a 600SL

drop top with the fat V12

Money hella long smoke blunts not a bong

Niggas can`t fuck cos I crunch em like Kong

I be deadly as The Predator

My .50 calibre Desert Eagle`ll spread ya and behead ya

Pistol wieghs a tonne bullets come like a guillotine

Poisonous tips hit and explode thru the war scene

Like morphine and heroin I`m the shit

Every dope fiend needs a hit

Gangs need to stick at this gangsta shit

to take that monkey off their back and have em gettin licks

I`m the neighbourhood`s drama, dead man`s trauma like O-Dogg

and Kane, I`m loc to the brain, got the afro

padded, fully automatic decrease the statics

Two fingers spreaded, hittin em up and let em have it

Chorus:

Desperado outlaws thru the dirt

Sendin BG`s blastin, puttin men to work

Trapped in America to die in these bloody streets

Goin head up, with suckers all psyched up in heat

*repeat*

Murder, murder, kill, kill

California`s the state where most caps get peeled

back, catcha, pigs on a stretcher

Three strike law got us livin under pressure

Know he wanna take mine, hand on his waistline

Side of his spine I get to dumpin with the Tek 9

Got his back smokin, crack that ass open

Bullet holes the size of a token

Got his ass chokin on piss and blood

Crooked ass piggies don`t get no love, uhh

Life or death, a .4-5 Smith & Wess

I had that nappy-headed ass stretched

If you try to dack me in my neighbourhood, I`m dumpin

And ya best ta run cos my BGz is comin

Clips full of teflons, loc`d out and crazy

and they won`t stop til you`re pushin up daisies, uhh

Chorus

Body snatcher, caught up in a rapture

Black heads explode ya flesh when they capture

You don`t wanna see me in my beanie wit my locs on

Ol` school mouth wit no *?style?* gettin my smoke on

.4-5 stormin, rainin and pourin

Mobbin down floorin, psycho like Norman

Bates, no trace, no murder case

Innocent like OJ

House niggas get scoped by the revolution shooters

Fuck *?Glyn Craig?* then we gunnin down Cooper

Cos he wanna send all niggas to the pen

Thinkin that they fucked but Gz don`t bend

Never been a snitch, *?Mark Keane?* can suck a dick

and fuck John Green, for bein prejudiced

Never liked rap, and did a nigga from a scrap

Yea me to the max, but I`m back, piggies

Chorus

Ballin in a 600SL

drop top with the fat V12

Money hella long smoke blunts not a bong

Niggas can`t fuck cos I crunch em like Kong

I be deadly as The Predator

My .50 calibre Desert Eagle`ll spread ya and behead ya

Pistol wieghs a tonne bullets come like a guillotine

Poisonous tips hit and explode thru the war scene

Like morphine and heroin I`m the shit

Every dope fiend needs a hit

Gangs need to stick at this gangsta shit

to take that monkey off their back and have em gettin licks

I`m the neighbourhood`s drama, dead man`s trauma like O-Dogg

and Kane, I`m loc to the brain, got the afro

padded, fully automatic decrease the statics

Two fingers spreaded, hittin em up and let em have it

Chorus:

Desperado outlaws thru the dirt

Sendin BG`s blastin, puttin men to work

Trapped in America to die in these bloody streets

Goin head up, with suckers all psyched up in heat

*repeat*

Murder, murder, kill, kill

California`s the state where most caps get peeled

back, catcha, pigs on a stretcher

Three strike law got us livin under pressure

Know he wanna take mine, hand on his waistline

Side of his spine I get to dumpin with the Tek 9

Got his back smokin, crack that ass open

Bullet holes the size of a token

Got his ass chokin on piss and blood

Crooked ass piggies don`t get no love, uhh

Life or death, a .4-5 Smith & Wess

I had that nappy-headed ass stretched

If you try to dack me in my neighbourhood, I`m dumpin

And ya best ta run cos my BGz is comin

Clips full of teflons, loc`d out and crazy

and they won`t stop til you`re pushin up daisies, uhh

Chorus

Body snatcher, caught up in a rapture

Black heads explode ya flesh when they capture

You don`t wanna see me in my beanie wit my locs on

Ol` school mouth wit no *?style?* gettin my smoke on

.4-5 stormin, rainin and pourin

Mobbin down floorin, psycho like Norman

Bates, no trace, no murder case

Innocent like OJ

House niggas get scoped by the revolution shooters

Fuck *?Glyn Craig?* then we gunnin down Cooper

Cos he wanna send all niggas to the pen

Thinkin that they fucked but Gz don`t bend

Never been a snitch, *?Mark Keane?* can suck a dick

and fuck John Green, for bein prejudiced

Never liked rap, and did a nigga from a scrap

Yea me to the max, but I`m back, piggies

Chorus

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