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ca$h floe - the mark of cain lyrics

father forgive them, for they know not who they trying to mess with. we out here mobbin, whole lotta gang stuff, ya know?
they ain’t ready for us. they need to find peace with themselves ‘fore they find me pullin out my piece

5.11 tactical crocs! yuh!

only a fool would take these words as true
that being said my draco still gon make it rain all over you
im a cold blooded k!ller, raw bars without the filler
everything platinum like mike jackson with that thriller

lets get this over with, im tired of your fakery
im out here making dough, like my job is at a bakery
you ain’t gon live to see 40, like eazy-e
try to step to this and ill put you out your missery

i got gloves, keep my trigger finger clean
sendin shots through your body, rippin holes in your spleen
pull up, spray your crib with an ak
got good aim never missin like im mj

i got some shootas with with me, restless, ready to rock
i got that uzi with me loaded, spray down your whole block
talk the talk, but you dont wanna walk the walk
live a lie, and you gon get outlined in chalk

when you find out that we are real k!llas, and that we ain’t playin
you better barricade your windows before i start spraying
you better lift your gaze towards heaven and start praying
you better hope god’s on your side and that you’re worth saving

they say hiphop is merely poetry, on top a beat
they’re dr. seus and im shakespere, so i can’t be beat
im playin life like monopoly, i own the whole street
i got a grill like foreman, so i bring the heat

i got eastern, central and pacific on my wrist
try to talk smack and you gon end up on a hitlist
trash talking my clique is like your asking for a death wish
you gon find out real soon that im nothin to mess with
causeima w-h-i-t-e-middlecl-ss g
and ima fill you with more holes than a slice of swiss cheese
go in choppa blazin cuttin limbs from your family tree
make you dissapear like you’re a dissident and im chairman xi

you think you’re worth something? say h-llo to my choppa
put your body in a car compactor, taking out the trash like jimmy hoffa
you know i always gotta stay strapped, cause some folks gotta get clapped
tryna start somethin with me and my crew? its about time that i snapped

bang bang bang, 38 thru your brain
when i pull up with a gun in my lap you gon realize that this ain’t a game
wanna try and talk trash? better beleive that i’ll bring the pain
now your deaf, dumb, blind and lame, a wasted life, what a shame

- cah floe lyrics

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