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the godfather – 30 dead lyrics

[intro]
man
you know what the f+ck goin’ on, n+gga
you know we charged the f+ck up
pass me that dead+ass n+gga

[verse]
got a dub on me, tryna f+ck it up
in the club, got these freaky hoes grabbin’ on my nuts
‘nother 30 boy dead, that’s like thirty n+ggas touched
i got thirty in the fin for whoever runnin’ up
keep on thinkin’ you gon’ k!ll me, try your luck
i been in the hood lately puttin’ opps inside a blunt
when it’s on the floor, we gon’ ride the striker for a month
we’ll pull up on a n+gga, throw his ass in the trunk
yeah, i ran this sh+t up, n+ggas can’t f+ck with me
chopper bullet grazed him in the face, gave him a buck+fifty (like a razor)
just got a call your mans dead, you bettеr come quickly
in the store, mе and meek, racin’ to the giffys
just popped an e pill, got me activated
if you want me at your show, you gon’ have to pay me
put his dumb ass to sleep how i rock the baby
this a turn+around, b+tch, feelin’ like i’m 80s
i’m a bronx n+gga who be k!llin’ opp n+ggas
hundred round shots with me, i do this for dots, n+gga
forever paid, we sell ‘bows when the crops in
i had to take this b+tch head ’cause her top different
ride around with glock switches
you know his ass dead when he not twitchin’
run down, pop pistols
it’s a foul on the play, been blew the whistle
fifty rounds to his face, we pressin’ the issue
she asked me do i love her? baby, just a little
i’ma use her for her name just to get a rental
ain’t no playin’ both sides, we gon’ still k!ll ’em
just poured a pint yesterday and i still feel it
i don’t feel n+ggas, i just want a mil’ ticket
spend it with my real n+ggas, sweatin’, feel the pill kick in
the way i spin a trackhawk, i’m tryna drop the engine
if he snitch, we gon’ spin ’til we drop the witness
bust the watch down, water like pacific
i be drinkin’ wock’ in fours when i’m ’bout to sip it
i be stuffin’ pills in hoes when i’m ’bout to ship it
gotta fold all of the clothes ‘fore we zip ’em up
i’ma keep on hoein’ all the opps ’cause i don’t give a f+ck
that n+gga in the ground, go and dig him up
got these n+ggas mad at me, they wanna k!ll each other
four+five bullet big as h+ll, thicker than peanut b+tter
you don’t think i’m steppin’, n+gga, just wait ’til we see each other
i got this gangster sh+t, n+gga, from my mother
love my n+gga eastway, brother from another
heard they linin’ n+ggas up, they slidin’ with cutters
fake rapper, n+gga, i’m the one that come and touch you
call boom with the drop, they know i’ma come shoot
ridin’ h+llcats in winter ’cause we up stupid
my lil’ b+tch from the ‘raq always call me goofy
hate a b+tch that be cappin’ about that coochie
let’s put this sh+t on camera, let’s make a movie
got the drill in the party, dancin’ with my toolie
we got murder on our mind, me and two p’s
[outro]
you know what the f+ck goin’ on, n+gga
i know he miss his brothers, we sent his ass home with ’em
faceshot, he couldn’t take ’em to the dome, n+gga
thirty n+ggas in the casket, a thirty+man shipment

- the godfather lyrics

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