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infamous d - ain't gonna do shit lyrics

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[verse 1]
i’m a insane gangsta satan disciple
armed with a deadly 30/30 rifle
blazin’ at po’ po’, busting out with a .44
not hidin’ like a b-tch -ss m-th-f-cking ho
run homie run from me run n-gga run
cause i gotz me a m-th-f-cking gun
i’m about to shoot me a m-th-f-cking punk
aim the gat, shot da b-tch, now the job is done
p-ssy -ss n-ggas like u, run and duck
from m-th-f-ckas like me that don’t give a f-ck
if you deny yo sh-t, you gonna get stuck
and beat down to the ground like a m-th-f-cking sl-t
don’t mess with me n-gga because i’m loco
i mess with u n-gga because you’re a joto
stop acting hard because you ain’t ma’f-cka
if sumthin goes down u gonna faint m-th-f-cka

[hook 2x]
n-ggas act hard -ss h-ll but they ain’t gonna do sh-t
they show off everytime they in front of their cl!ck
when u see they azz alone they start acting like a b-tch
and when u beat they azz they go to the cops and snitch

[verse 2]
wazzup n-gga!, b-tch -ss n-gga!
i heard you snitched, snitch -ss n-gga!
can’t-you-handle it!
if you get yo -ss whooped, take it like a man! lil’ b-tch!
don’t make me cut yo, m-th-f-cking finger
cause snitches get chopped-and-thrown, in the f-cking river
do you want that to be, yo m-th-f-cking fate
in this f-cking world, there ain’t no m-th-f-cking faith
if you snitch you ain’t real, you are m-th-f-cking fake
a snitch is a b-tch, that i m-th-f-ckin’ hate
don’t make me drown yo b-tch -ss, in the f-cking lake
or take yo b-tch out, on a m-th-f-cking date
you ain’t my boy m-th-f-cka, so i’ma do yo azz in
i’ma knock yo b-tch azz out, just for trying to pretend
then beat yo azz to death, then k!ll yo f-cking friend
to make sure yo b-tch -ss, never snitches again, c-cksucka!!!

[hook 2x]

[verse 3]
f-cking wit me n-gga you askin for death
u gonna die right away if u ride wit the left
you should join the right side, the right side
in the dark u can see that it’s the bright side
show love!, my n-gga, folk love!, my n-gga
6 up 5 down, folks love people k!lla
we makin money mayn, we f-cking ballin mayn
hustlin from sun up to sun down, u know we off the chain
gettin richer and richer i think i finally see the picture
me and a fine b-tch in a mansion with a butler named richard
i think i’m close to reachin my m-th-f-cking goal
when i reach it remember that i… told you so!
but f-ck the fame… and f-ck the lames
f-ck the money and the b-tches, n-gga stop playin games
i don’t give a f-ck if i get rich or not
all i give a f-ck about is k!llin without getting stopped, m-th-f-cka!!!

[hook 2x]



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