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giggs - track 10 lyrics

[verse 1]
hollowman i got the weapon to beef gs
drop one and let the second release squeeze
top gun and n-ggas repping the streets
we block g-ngb-ngers from peckham to e street
got my own straps i don’t beg guns
got the tec ready for whenever death comes
and when his head spun all he saw was gully n-ggas jumping out the whip busting off screaming red rum
n-ggas mad hungry so n-ggas get bunned
strip’s dead n-ggas living off of bread crumbs
so we press guns
slugs biting n-ggas in the night like a bed bug
tiny boost, young butch get the hood kicking
north we’ll give you little b-tch n-ggas good kicking
you know the hoods difference: n-ggas in your hood chicken
if one of them gets dropped i’m like good riddance
time is money so n-ggas get the buj ticking
never really had a dad, i was hood risen
n-ggas living in this hood prison
we was most hated now every hood listen
pecky g-ngb-nger i ain’t on the hood switching
squeeze off and watch the head under his hood spinning
n-ggas better look, listen
the real talk’s got every other hood spitting
ask young butch, and ask [censored] how many lives that the gun took
i ask who said that, n-ggas gone shook
now everybody’s looking at me with a dumb look
back out the same time you get your buns took
i know a lot of motherf-ckers wan to bun [censored]
n-ggas ripping up the track not one hook

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