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blackout (memphis) – mission of a murda (lil e) lyrics

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[sample / hook + lil slim]

[blackout]
black rap on this, smoking that swisha roll
lookin’ for my n+gga lil e
that be dwellin’ up in red oak
servin’ motherf+ckers on the corner
servin’ ‘caine, running from the police
trynna make ends meet, n’ thangs
real from the motherf+ckin’ getty up
ain’t no n+gga fakin’ in my clique
ain’t no p+ssy in the posse b+tch
hit a n+gga like ??? in eastwood
strapped but i ain’t never cheat
got a n+gga gun, and i knock a n+gga socks off
come into my darkside b+tch
lil e starin’ out the smoke of the indo
pass me that f+cking blunt
triiiick
[sample]

[lil e]
toss and turn in my bed
screaming demons in my head
sawed up dope+boys all wrapped up in plastic
in the closet ’cause my mama scared
flip and trip, 100 rounds clear mak+90
with the pistol grip
blackout with the tip on
you know i’m pure lil e with the mono grip
psycho sounds make me blast
mili rounds with no mask
k!lling spree, you knew it from me
full clip in from smokin’ them body bagz
dope i smoke, make me choke
creepin’ in the dark, machetes with the locs
homicidal visions of me
cutting them lemons everydo’
can’t die, already dead
i scheme, big yawk, chrome glock with the infrared beam
mitch+ll heights is where he from
so str+iz+aight with the b.b.b
in the wind, ballin’, smokin’ spliff
stankin’, drinkin’ gin
demons in my soul, tellin’ me to blast on my f+ckin’ friends
my brain insane
blood all on my clothes
i think i’m goin’ insane
my roadies in the moon
but i got visions of some bl++dy right
cl!ckin’ b+tch, out here trick
demons d+iz+own with this clique
black my n+gga, smokin’ pounds and chiefin’
buckin’ bustas down
scheming demons knock me scared
blastin’ hoes up in the ground
[hook]

[lil e]
no remorse, i blast
robber slim make homemade mask
my task to take cash
dead b+tches lay in body bagz
snitches, they lil b+tches
gank ’em for they f+ckin’ riches
b.b.b. the clique with dead bodies
all layin’ in nasty ditches
hoes, don’t trust ’em
bustas, never love ’em
shotgun slugs in they mugs
constantly smokin’ bluntsa
the picture + is dim
original bull nigs, coop, black and slim
constantly smokin’ spliffs
and drankin’ tanq’ while watchin’ scary films
all alone, the tone
cowning with the f+ckin’ chrome
that b+tch stop better playin’, got into her
took her cheese, and then i took her home
playa posse, so thick
breakin’ b+tches, demon sh+t
k!ller n+gga, pull the trigger
once again, lil e
i’m out here b+tch!



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