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p.y.g - untitled 07 lyrics

[intro: t.darko]
yo (yo), py gunnaz (py gunnaz)
big nath (big nath)
young k!lla (young k!lla)
tiny darko (tiny darko)
pecknarm young gunnaz (pecknarm young gunnaz)

[verse 1: y.butch]
i know these guys, they don’t like me
all they wanna do, is just fight me
so i grab on my 9 tightly and put bullet holes in his white tee n-gga coming round here bringing bare t–th
but man will come buck him in his t–th and leave a n-gga 6 foot deep underneath
there’s no fronting b, i’m on a hunting spree touching for them fake n-ggas on the street – snitching to the feds everyday of the week
man can’t get no sleep ‘cus feds l!cking down your door
five 0 clock in the morning, man’s still dawning
that’s some f-cked up sh-t, all because of a fake n-gga on the strip
i suggest you just buck up and load in clips
and give these n-ggas a mouthwash of bullets
i’m repping my ends to the fullest
dunkno (dunkno)
big nath

[verse 2: y.k!lla]
young k!lla, aka tantrum
py f-cking g, we do this ting
07, hol’ tight all the s9 mandem
hol’ tight tiny bomb on the b-ttons
yeah, man’s back in the booth, listen
07, pecknarm
all day everday, listen listen
like, f-ck what you n-ggas gotta say i don’t give a d-mn
f-ck the fist fight n-gga i’d rather put a stick to man
you say you’re p-ssing touches my fists got a quicker man
[?] beef all i do is put them clips in the man
here’s some cold metal in your mouth and i ain’t talking goods
i’m talking cold lead that help p-ssios know the deal
p y f-cking g you got it right, let me roll with steal
why’d you think your boys don’t try it, cus they know we’re real
fam i’m ill, i put holes in foreheads
come off the happy dome don’t want my team on your doorstep
f-ck police, ran round here with four feds
come and free the hungries, time to get my draw fed
i’m on a hungry vibe so, now i’m eating guys
i’m beating knives, [?] peeking knives
i’ll just creep behind, now there’s a another street, time to turn their heartbeat – into a f-cking flatline
dunkno
young k!lla
we do this ting
every f-cking day

[verse 3: t.darko]
tiny darko
pyg
[?]
black bandannas
p y g
if we talk about straps, they got lead in it (they got lead in it)
black bandannas but these pr-cks ain’t repping it (neeks)
now for the rockers but none of that techie sh-t (none of that techie sh-t)
straight techs a macs, i don’t c-ck (macs), i just pull it back
head shots (macs) pushing brains to the back (macs)
and you can’t buss back (mac) those bullets from a mac (–mac–)
covering your back like a blanket (blanket)
real shots letting off no blank sh-t
when it’s beef, i’m not fast on my feet, i’m fast on my fingers putting pressure on the heat (pressure on the heat)
done all the hype i’m putting n-ggas to sleep (n-ggas to sleep)
choking on their own blood they can’t even breathe (can’t even breathe)
i got big macs no chips (macs), yeah i got sticks (macs)
macs us when, the clips young bucks (young bucks) ready to rip
i ain’t taking off sh-t, i already told you i got that something on my hip with a full clip
get me, on my hip, full clip
tiny darko, pyg, si
all day everyday, baring
tiny bombs
helping the movement move
[?]

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