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Method Man F/ Street Life Miscellaneous Snuffed Out Word Yo I loved you to death nigga Word It's like til death do us part Dedicated Peace nigga now we must part kid Yeah fuck it whateva We used to be tight now it's shoot on sight Takin the ghetto rights slidin in ya wife on a rainy night Low budget nigga wanna act like youse a killa in the spotlight but never lived the life Throw the griller in ya mouth piece rock you to sleep Fuckin wit Street, you better travel wit heat, speakin my piece You survived my attempt to homicide, tried to slide and lit five rounds but hit the building side This is how it's goin down, ain't no peace until ya gone Play around, wit ya life playa you won't live long Probably got a vest on, but your thoughts react like the unborn That's when I swarm on your street dreams you moron Carry on, 'fore these lead Dons rip through ya teflon I remain calm, even though you straight pass through my left arm I never fold, I reload, keep my clip full mo' Empty out six licks to bloody up your wardrobe Plus that click you run with, I heard y'all niggaz rub dicks Greet niggaz with a french kiss, some real fag shit Seen The Bitch in Yoo, from the first day you came through Saw the size of my crew, and started actin brand new That bullshit you pulled, you gon' pay too You and Bubble Lip Lou, is dead on the avenue I bailed you out, passed off a key to the stash house So you could lay low, from your P.O., before you maxed out Then you went the wrong route That's why I threw my dick in your girl's mouth Get snuffed the fuck out, walk wit your guns out I'll see you nigga! Yeah, see you See you |
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