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a1 (band) - #lafamillville freestyle lyrics

verse 1 (a1)
comin’ up in the hood, had to grind ten toes in the mud
sneakin’ up behind, tryna take mine, n-gga you gon’ tip toe on the slugs
cuz i worked hard tryna get mines,had to pop slugs, had to tote nines, had to bust juugs, had to duck five, f-ck around and almost had to take lives
then i got locked up, i got jammed, but that ain’t change sh-t on my mans
cuz thats just what it is that’s just how i am, young n-gga juugin fresh up out the slam
i can’t change up, keep a thing tucked, i lift that thing up, you givin’ change up
i got my aim up, so i dont aim up, ima aim low and watch his brains bust
got my tool sucked by them cop n-ggas, thought that we was shootin’, thats some opp n-ggas
if i really was, i woulda popped n-ggas
at the end of this you glock holdin’ cop k!llas
bro pull up slow, and ima drop n-ggas
clutch out the top with the chop n-gga
or we run down on your block n-gga, better pray to god cuz you gon’ walk wit him
ion think twice, and ion talk to him
run up letter hangin’ out the glock to him
.762’s with the stop to em, clutchin on that trigger ’till it stop shootin’
i love all my hittas, all my hittas love me, and you not a hitter if you not bootin’
when i touch down, goin to opp town, scorin’ touchdowns, won’t stop shootin’
matter fact, i ain’t even gon do it, but i prolly am, now i got em clueless
god say i got a path in this music, runnin’ through these streets ima prolly lose it
but ima ride out, till my times out, ain’t no times out when im bootin’
you’ll get lined up if you try us, got two nines tucked cuz im shootin’
ima stay on top of my sh-t, in the fast lane like a g6
to the cash mane, and i love this game, cuz i need this, b-tch i bleed this
f-ck the courthouse , ima plead 5th , lost a lot of n-ggas to the street sh-t
b-tch im only eatin’ who i creep wit, skeemin rest wit god who i beef wit
if you try me then you gon eat clips, out in broad day with the long k
ion f-ck around , ima gun him down, guess a n-gga had to learn the hard way
if i go broke, k with the scope, goin have me bootin’ up the dumb way
now a n-gga up so dont be runnin up, cuz ion give a f-ck b-tch its gun play
talkin’ out the mouth, but you dont want the beef, tough on the ‘net , b-tch in these streets
catch him down bad, grip on the heat, but i be d-mned if i let him catch me
i’ll be ridin’ round by my lonely n-gga, on your side of town tryna spank sh-t
you talkin so much, it dont make sense, they only safe cuz im on a anklet
but i’ll be off soon on my creep sh-t, whackin f-ck n-ggas for a sneak diss
couple young n-ggas pull heat quick, closed casket 6 feet sh-t
and i ain’t no lie ain’t no disguise , black down drillin’ screamin “free da guys”
if a red beam take ya whole team, n-gga bet they duck and run for they lives
b-tch if you cross me ain’t no 2nd chances, ain’t no turnin back cuz its beef now
and if ion score when i spin bin, then im catchin n-ggas on the rebound
keep a can tucked, hit ya mans up, he get blammed up cuz we dont f-ck around
thats why a1 keep a big gun that dont jam up when he runnin down
you want beef, but he dont really want no smoke, cuz he ain’t gon bust that gun when i catch him down bad
17 shots in the mag, bet he forest gump that run and get left where he stand , and i put that on my mans, you know ima rep my clan
cuz its only the fam, big .45 dont jam, think twice before you slide through the lamb
and i got shooters on deck, n-ggas that’ll leave you wet like fiji for no check
and if you dont believe me you’ll prolly see me buckin gg on yo set
and i got shooters on deck, n-ggas that’ll leave you wet like fiji for no check
and if you dont believe me you’ll prolly see me buckin gg on yo set

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