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chunk – you gets done lyrics

yo, here i go, give you more gangsta
sh-t for your -ss in nine tre and nine four
n-gg-, post it, n-gg-s gettin’ toasted
puffin’ on blunts and skunk and slammin hump from the trunk
with the black ski mask, i got a gat, it’s called triggerface
they’ll get pumped, and ho b-tches get stuffed, and b-mped
erased another body, get stuffed in the trash
lookin’ for that cash, i’ll blast
and mash up to the f-ckin’ cut
now you wanna get funky? i c-cks back my glock, n-gg- what?
take aim direct to the skull then i squeeze
releasing hollow points till you fall to your knees
as you beg, yelling “please!”, your death will be slow
while i creep i’ll stick the gat up in your mouth and give one more slug
yep, straight up to your jug, get smoked f-ckin’ round with the menlo park thug
and i’m crazy, never let playahatas fade me
i’m not a donut, blunt, so don’t play to blaze me
f-ck around with the troop, that’s murder one
you’ll get your motherf-ckin’ -ss done

f-ck with a kid from the streets you gets done (you gets done)
f-ck with a n-gg- like me you gets done, cause i ain’t the one
f-ck with a kid from the streets you gets done (you gets done)
f-ck with a n-gg- like me you gets done, cause i ain’t the one

for real about your sh-t, this a lick, not a robbery
my cash is kinda funny, drop the loot, or i’ll shoot, g
it’s me, the c from emp, packin’ a grip while throwin’ up the m
that’s my set, jack, two o nine, yep
i guess i’ll serve a sack to the crackheads
and then they try to gaff, well, then i pop lead
so now all the homies wanna know the scoop
well, i’m alive and i strive to be drivin’ a lexus coupe
while i troop with the sag and a black glock
helicopter spotlight flashin’ on the dope spot
now i’m goin’ half on the dank, got a hot five
bomb -ss chronic up on hb and ivy drive
i can’t wait to see my g ride and we d-ckin’ down
some near straight-to-miracles, in to get the glock sh-lls
now taft’s on my -ss like a target
hit hamilton, hear the sharp leopard spin, he mark it, uh
i’m smokin’ up a blunt with my folks
got a six pack of booze, windows up and hear the bong smoke, fool
if you gotta fade, take a toke
but if not, step aside, or get your monkey -ss smoked

you wanna pull a jack, grab a trick by his collar
and blast, and then you’ll have a fistful of dollars
like clint eastwood, i hang ‘em high up in the hood
firin’ at fools with the tre-fifty-seven
i had it planned out, peel out a quarter to eleven
by a b-tch who liked to set n-gg-s up, what the f-ck?
roll a university liquor store to get plenty
of mickeys, od, and maddog 20/20
i had to serve my g ride in the carwash parking lot
pulled in circle m, it seemed like the jock spot
but it turned out to be the f-ckin’ hot spot
i mashed off and right behind me was the cops
motherf-ckin’ sheriff from san mateo county
i shook ‘em through willow oaks, and i was out-y
headed back to the dark side of menlo park
and carl miller got behind me, splendid, i’m drivin’ on suspended license
i’m paranoid, fightin’, if i mash he’ll hit the sirens and be all up on my -ss
huh, i played it cool and kept that sh-t in pool cause i ain’t the one
i ain’t the n-gg- to get done

f-ck with a kid from the streets you gets done (you gets done)
f-ck with a n-gg- like me you gets done, cause i ain’t the one
f-ckin’ with a kid from the streets you gettin’ done (you gets done)
f-ck with a n-gg- like me you gets done, cause i ain’t the one
f-ck with a kid from the streets you gettin’ done (you gets done)
f-ck with a n-gg- like me you gets done, cause i ain’t the one
f-ck with a kid from the streets you gettin’ done (you gets done)
f-ck with a n-gg- like me you gets done, cause i ain’t the one
f-ck with a kid from the streets you gettin’ done (you gets done)
f-ck with a n-gg- like me you gets done, cause i ain’t the one

- chunk lyrics

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