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qthalyricist - black skulls (nostalgia remix) lyrics

four years five n-gga five guns eight shots one box four more big funerals like 2pac like who shot the gun first that’s five moms three pops two bros in mid shock some mad some sad some cry some act more shots more blood more guns kids runs sirens blare cops knock who’s there? i’m scared. my hood your hood same crime same day this life ain’t right but we live anyway. ak bullets spray tech nine mac 11 every single night bout three see heaven seen n-ggas k!ll n-ggas in a town full of n-ggas no matter wat color even a white n-gga cuz n-gga is the ignorance the ignorance is bliss toss up brains it’s a miss splatter brains on walk cuz of a verbal dis who shot you shot young kid got got he dead bl–dy lead you in prison this real screw guns life k!lls screw meds life heals seen three n-ggas get a sentence for three lives d-mn that ain’t right one kid he twelve born sinner he sells crack rock pop rock tells these heads to kick rocks guns drugs life lost cold steel bite frost n-ggas run marathons from pigs rip big two greats both dead one year death apart one year born apart good start bad end result of un repented sins duce duce guns loose triple k hang noose for you cuz i’m comin to exterminate all hate i’m great you fake words spray you late i’m not i’m top you bottom tie knots cut ties i don’t care you decide wats fair who cares i don’t who died i won’t i’m here to stay u a dragon ill slay you n-ggas today i keep starting fires wit my pen fire marshall’s move in but this fight you can’t win, dead body dark alley you n-gga can’t live wit out me i’m life and death one line you’re stressed one bar your drunk drivin down the street gas tank on e society saw the good kid in me hit him wit a car now he r i p now the anger in me pickin a piece the piece that’s easy pickin is the pen you see me write free words a big truth in three seconds kids cryin santana missin cuz daddy stuck in prison the streets talk please listen shhhh please listen n-gga, four years five n-gga five guns eight shots one box four more big funerals like biggie like who shot the gun first that’s five moms three pops two bros in mid shock middle finger to my haters i put you n-ggas under rocks black skulls

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