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careerthebrain - m.a.t.c lyrics

[verse 1]
ain’t no love in my heart ain’t no fear in my eyes
i put fears in they heart i put tears in they eyes
i rather swallow my blood before i swallow my pride
put a hit on them guys & send my shooters at n-gg-s
f-ck shoot a distance i’m noodle a n-gg-
put two in a n-gg- you better run ricky run
man these n-gg-s is weak & they b-tches is too
dont worry bout me cuz i ain’t concerned with you
i heard jamz wanna say a n-gg- name in his songs
i was quit but now n-gg- the danger is on
m-th-f-ck j.jackson a n-gg- lets get it brackin
you got a pistol i got pistols
lights career then its action
i was f-cking yo b-tch thats what the dramma about
say my name in yo raps & i come put blood in yo mouf
gave d-ck to yo spouse and had it all in her mouf
around the same d-mn time she was kicking you out
woahhhh
its like im leanin on these n-gg-s six months sober
no more lean for a n-gg-
derrick rose i’am back up on my bullsh-t
mac 11 big ruga all got a full clip

[hook]
3x another murder at the coney (at the coney)
another murder at the coney (bladdadadada)

i’ll lay the smack down on all you jabroni’ woahh
2x another murder at the coney (at the coney)
3x you can smell what the block is cookin

another murder at the coney (bladdadadada)

i’ll lay the smack down on all you jabroni woahh

[verse 2]
whole click full of winners i put the pistols in sprinters
i see the b-tch in you n-gg-s just like bruce jenner’s
i smell death in the air that’s why i’m load’en this 9
hop up in the d-mn booth & i’m go columbine
ya’ll nice with the words but yall ain’t f-ckin wit mine
trigger finger got asthma man i came wit the pump
light sh-t up like a blunt
cuz you wanna pull stunts
mrs.jackson you don’t really want beef dawg
the pistol loaded with hallows that make a tree fall
i’m on a mission to get it
i’m k!lling all compet-tion
say my name in yo writtens
and now i’m all at yo neck
i mean all disrespect
when it’s beef then it’s on
f-ck the texts & call’s sense you n-gg-s got b-lls
ain’t no way i’m chill cuz the beef getting real
might f-ck up my deal they saying yo career chill
now them bullets hoppin out the choppa like a navy seal n-gg-

[hook]
3x another murder at the coney (at the coney)
another murder at the coney (bladdadadada)

i’ll lay the smack down on all you jabroni’ woahh
2x another murder at the coney (at the coney)
3x you can smell what the block is cookin

another murder at the coney (bladdadadada)

i’ll lay the smack down on all you jabroni woahh

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