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  • Upper level, ghetto twins
    Doin this shit like true players
    Thug players, real players

    [Verse One:]

    We droppin bombs on you bitches yeah just like that
    We don't show no fuckin love when we stars of the tech
    This ain't no act nigga this a fact you gonna bleed
    As we proceed to give you what you need
    Bustin rounds at our enemies watchin em drop
    Bust they back wide open got their body locked
    Niggaz wanna test me, check me, wanna come and get me
    Get that machete, leave their body wetty
    Confetti is how your body goin to get left
    Bitch we deadly, if you don't believe dat their
    Come come raise the dum dum to the skull
    And to niggaz who disbelieve fuck all y'all

    [Chorus:]

    It's gonna be a murder murder fuckin wit them bitches
    [repeat 3X]
    I say murder murder murder murder,
    I say murder murder murder murder

    [Verse Two:]

    It's gonna be a murder murder fuckin wit them bitches
    We got I ain't grunted niggaz wishes, we vicious
    We pullin plugs on them niggaz who is dying slow
    Pumpin slugs in them niggaz who just might know
    Where the weed at where the keys at
    If you don't want no feedback just release that
    I think them scared of the violence
    Fuck the sirens, put that tech to his side and leave him hollerin
    Dodgin bullets like an athlete bitch
    You don't feel this, can't nobody check me bitch
    We gonna kill this, niggaz exit ?? so it's on on
    Hit the dome with the chrome now you gone gone, gone gone

    [Chorus]

    [Verse Three:]

    We got a ?? for them bitches we gonna ride tonight
    Put some ammo in my clip and if we die tonight
    There ain't now love in this motherfuckin game ya see
    Pumpin slugs in the motherfuckers playin wit me
    We be thuggin on the south side
    You won't try and get by thats a lie cause i
    Pumpin holes in the motherfuckers wannabe G's
    Nigga please you don't feel me
    All that playa hate I can't tolerate
    Neva procrastenate don't make violent
    Niggaz would love to see us incarcerate
    Pumpin slugs ain't got time to conversate, so get it straight

    [Chorus]

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