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knxwledge - yaymhm. lyrics

+f+ck about the n+ggas you k!lled
or the bodies you got
i send my n+ggas through to body your block
(?) im on your mommy and pop
we on the highway to h+ll, is you riding or not?
you need work? just meet me at the top of the block
i got it in five, ten, and twenty dollars a pop
what you need? coke, weed, is you copping or not?
cuz you wasting time, dog, my block hotter than hot
but who the f+ck want what? none of yall
you k!lled one of mine ima k!ll some of yall
man ion wanna brawl, i wanna war it out
with guns dumping off, and blood pouring out
now what you all about? im bout my money, yall
cuz when you broke as a joke, ain’t sh+t funny, yall
jump outta pocket, ima c+ck it, let the muzzle off
the ar hit your arms (?)
show you how i get that dough
you gotta x out blocks and move o’s like tick tack toe
find a connect, get that blow
that’ll have your fiends racing like on your marks, get set, go
im the n+gga with the sick ass flow and the hot lines
im on the corner like the stop signs
by the chinese store, eyes low like a chinese boy
two twins like a siamese, boy
you dont know, im a grimy boy
i’ll creep up, body boy
(?)
time is money ion got a second to waste
so try taking mine, i’ll put the tec in your face
slash to the nine if you try to step in my way
put the shotty to your body, blow your section away, p+ssy
your death date must have been set for today
cuz youre talking like youre walking with a vest and a k
run in your crib with a s and a a, game over
they find you there sick missing the rest of your face
look, they call me meek mill and ion play that sh+t
i keep a k with 50 shots and i could spray that sh+t, p+ssy
if you dont mean it, dont say that sh+t
cuz the sh+ll size of a l that make your maybach flip
man i hate that sh+t, n+ggas be talking out they face
but soon as you body something they be talking to the jakes
man im talking with my eight, f+ck arguing with you
im putting all of em in you, they gotta chalk you from the gate
cuz i ain’t playing with you, i let this can hit you
run up on you all day, murk you while your man with you
and he was strapped with a strap but he ran on you
then they gotta call the coroners and vans for you
just to get you up, body bagged, zip you up
cuz yous a done for, n+gga, what you come for?
this a grown man game, yous a young boy
that mac 10 hold 50 plus one more
n+ggas rep the hard from the set to the yard
bring a tec and revolver when its drama
ima monster, and i got connects for the raw
there you go (?)
its the best (?)
when youre stressed on the yard
thinking that im scared of you?
i’ll put you in a box like cereal
and i ain’t spiritual, but i’ll leave this n+gga holy like a bible
my 3030 rifle, slide a n+gga back, spin em ’round like michael jackson
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