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city morgue - thresh lyrics

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[verse 1: zillakami]
ten shots in my hk, spray and pray at your windpipe (yeah)
flash, hook then flay, jump you and split your sh-t (yeah)
at your crib it’s a mayday, pull up and spray yo’ kids (okay)
catch a prey, you an opp, spray, and we the opposite (huh?)
i won’t shake no hands wit’ you n-ggas (no)
i don’t need no molly to k!ll y’all (no)
ain’t no more buddy-buddy, godzilla (huh?)
ain’t no more buddy-buddy, godzilla (huh?)

[chorus: zillakami]
say your boy be havin’ guns, n-gga, but run, n-gga
when that n-gga pull his gun, n-gga, what’s up with ya?
say your boy be with the drug dealers, the plug n-ggas
but be tellin’ when the feds get ya, what’s up with ya? (okay)

[verse 2: sosmula]
sleezy! why you n-ggas talkin’ out ya rabbit -ss mouth
got my black on black .9, get the back-to-back fire (boom, boom)
still in the trap with a pack of crack (what?)
in matter of half time, overdose and flatline (what?)
who you b-tches talkin’ to? n-gga, i slaughter you (f-ck outta here)
6-shot revolver shoot n-ggas, i’m honorable (boom, boom)
death before dishonor, lil’ n-gga, that’s how i rule
turn your face into a bbq, n-gga, i’m tired of you (boom, boom)
execute the style, murkin’ n-ggas out (sleezy!)
i’m in the booth with a rifle now (boom)
you in the house with a bible now (f-ck outta here)
what’s the sh-t, you don’t like me now? (boom, boom)
kick your head into the curb, make you bite the ground

[chorus: zillakami]
say your boy be havin’ guns, n-gga, but run, n-gga
when that n-gga pull his gun, n-gga, what’s up with ya?
say your boy be with the drug dealers, the plug n-ggas
but we tellin’ when the feds get ya, what’s up with ya? (okay)

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