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originoo gunn clappaz - danjer lyrics

tired as f-ck just woke up what’s goin’ on?
gun clapper three yelling sound thee alarm
this ain’t no drill move your f-ckin’ -ss ’cause they here
p-ss the mask tear gas is tossed in the air
we’re surrounded street is crowed can’t wait no more
first break f-ck bust through that front door
poppadid-ck and if they double up they get splitted
hit ’em did ’em no d-mn good benedic arnold
calm yourself there’s no need for panicing
slugs to him chest leavin’ himself stiff like manakins
men it is, the f-ckin’ worst way to die
but when i die i’m goin’ all out with my five
but hold on son i got your back you got mine?
first pick flinch or move leave ’em spine
on the table, spit belly from the navel
unable to talk his trash i stalk kick that mayhem
let’s move along, you know we stand strong
allah got our backs so we won’t go wrong
’cause sh-t is all hot up in our face
i think we should slide to a place where it’s safe, hey yo come on
time’s a wastin’ no lookin’ back or move fakin’
devils of all kinds cross lines so now i’m thinkin’
escape route, no doubt ’cause odds is far from even
no joke loc i just hope we see this evening
just be ready for whatever, come dress for action
if we gettin’ p-ss him if not then we just blastin’
so let it not, have to come down to that
but for now son keep the f-ckin’ mack where it’s at
it takes one time and a word to start my n-gg-s to envy
you don’t know how it is after dark so stop figuring that we give a f-ck
’cause you know me not give a f-ck
in this jungle walk we stalk with the shottie, the pumps
come try and put yourself in our boots likkle youth
better face behind this madness you done started in your root
so who be you copy cat standing over there
trying to come clear and face to face with my dry tear
i raise h-ll smells from my inhales
my minds not here and i don’t think you want to go there
so stand clear, or get ripped from the rear
to your head, o.g.c. payed dues to get you red, fed up
whatever, bring your flame you can call it ruckus
we make sh-t so hot you can call this waco texas
i beez starange man i gets wicked on the flow
it’s louieville you know i pack the bat like so
i be the top dawg but better known as the o
motherf-cks better act like they know o, o

- originoo gunn clappaz lyrics

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