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blasta - back to back pt. 2 lyrics

{intro: bla$ta}
yeah!
uh, it’s that, mm
uh bla$ta!
yeah, vonnie whats up n+gga?
we back in this mothaf+cka
another back to back, huh?
huh, kick this sh+t off

{verse 1: bla$ta}
dump this glock 23 got a stop sign
you p+ssy n+ggas for the gram y’all can’t stop lying
just left a n+gga on his sh+t they can’t stop crying
im from 4th street n+gga shots fired
talking regular to the bla$ta got his leg fried

{verse 2: bther gang vonnie}
how you love em’ ain’t do nothin’ when yo mans died?
took the wrong step and n+ggas blowin’ like a land mine
whole lotta sh+lls 40 with 50 in my hand fine
free weez n+ggas know how we play
thats on frank, we look through and pop two the same day
yo n+gga died bout’ a gun and you gon’ die the same way

{verse 3: bla$ta}
n+ggas talkin’ out they ass, now we comin’ where you stay!
and this pole in h+lla flavors give a n+gga ass a taste
moms’ had to plot for him, put a n+gga in his place
you ain’t gotta be a race, i can’t do another case
be at 4 catching with them yankees they be rockin’ with them k’s
free the team till they free, whole hood throwin tres
{verse 4: bther gang vonnie}
free the gang, said i love treatin’ years like it’s days
child time, getting sp+nky slappin’ n+ggas with them tres
but when we catch him in the streets sh+t go get different from the face
free loo, he a foo, hittin’ n+ggas with some range
free mani gon’ get at me since you itchin’ for some fame
leg shots to make em’ drop then run up, hit you in your brain
f+ck this rap, b+tch its a fact we out here crackin’ n+ggas frames

{verse 5: bla$ta}
keep cool on the glock, with the stick in the rain
in the jets with scarecrows, tryna’ pick a n+gga brain
we don’t function with the law, heard your bro said a name!
i’m like an old timer keep a cane
lil’ dawg froze on me it can never be the same
hit a n+gga with this eagle send his soul to the crane

{verse 6: baglife juice}
up this 40. on a n+gga send his bro to the grave
it get hectic where i’m at, n+ggas don’t wanna hang
line a n+gga up, if he told he get blazed
only hearin’ real sh+t cause my pops would say the same
walk uo and bounce out, if he run he get chased
tryna’ press up on a n+gga, put a n+gga in his place

{verse 7: bther gang vonnie}
when i let this b+tch off you better give ya boy some sp+ce
said she love you, why she callin’ tryna give ya boy some face?
highway tryna chase, highs peed get away
me and broski with the chops just prayin hoe we get away
you ain’t slid for not a dead n+gga that got sent away
when we slide, somebody gotta die before we end the day
{verse 8: bla$ta}
i’m really in it for the bag, these lil n+ggas in the way
but still lookin it as attached seen yo dog on his way
i keep one up in the chain because that’s how i play it safe
chase a n+gga where he stay, tryna put em in his face
time to strip a n+gga out, had some tough sh+t to say
reminiscing bout the block, i was pushin’ ricky lay
used to put that sh+t up, cause my n+ggas love to take
drop 50 on a n+gga, d+mn another cold case

{verse 9: bther gang vonnie and bla$ta)
hot head leave him dead take some sh+t the wrong way
boy it’s k!llers over there you better not go the wrong way
leave a n+gga on his block, i be riding with a wraith
walked a n+gga in his house, and walked out with the safe
lil beez, clean em up, put the mop to his face
7.62’s spitting out the chop when it shake
quick to dust a n+gga off, i ain’t never had a maid
beez said keep it a dolla, i ain’t never had change
old clown k!llin’ ass n+ggas never had aim
you is a p+ssy like yo daddy n+gga never had game
texas walk a n+gga down and i;m coming close range
see what happened to yo dawg when he go against the grain
when he go against the grain, bullets go against his brain
jackboys strip a n+gga for his rollie and his chain
i don’t care if it’s bussdown, don’t care if it’s plain
if we want it then we coming for that b+tch so feel the pain
yankee baby bout’ some paper put him on the front page
all i’m knowing if it’s problems i’ll burn a n+gga like sage
and yo boy know how i’m coming if i ever feel played
p+ssy n+gga ate the cheese, then they put me in a cage
told on your brother n+gga you should be ashamed
y’all the type of n+ggas out here snitching f+cking up the game (n+gga)

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