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Lil Chilla Of The Snypaz

[Featuring Lil Chilla Of The Snypaz]

Mutha fuckaz bust at me you better believe I'm bustin back (x2)

Verse 1

Mutha fuckaz at war an they line up at the door

nigga what you robbin me for bailin with the killaz

took a shot at the door nigga you ain't know

ain't no Art of that War fuck war

we can take it to the streets muthafuck Bone an it's on when we meet

never ride alone 'cause I roll one deep

black four-five on me like a sheep, I creep

in the mist of the fog through the dark at your home in your city

it's a pity when you fuck with the Chi

nigga if I die, then you got, dot to the dot to the dot

an why, 'cause you fuckin with the bitch killa

like a lethal pilla, an smoke the 9 like a phat philla

'cause I'm a straight at war, nigga fuck a Bone killa

every bitch come ride wit a grown nigga, never zone nigga

step into my zone, nigga feel tha vibe of a chrome

infared beam an it see that your gone

not many men that'll kill in they zone, we strong

mutha fucka want to run up then it's on, lets go

an you been up to some, no play

I'ma catch you on yo off day

hit yo ass in the head wit a bat time to war play

nigga hoes, an yo wife too, fuck yo bitch an your rap

an yo style an yo life too

ain't no tellin what we might do

Rap-A-Lot muthafucka, an I'm down with the right crew

an now I call for the right 2

split yo muthafuckin head down the center like like atomic

BOOM! did yo dawg an you like who

switch bitch 'fore you ask what which would you die soon

(Chorus x2)

We some windaz, K-I-L-L, kill be killed

(mutha fuckaz bust at me, you better believe I'm bustin back)

Verse 2

Nigga what's all that bluffin 'fo

steady mackin tough, but we know y'all some hoes

steppin wrong to the SNY or Do or Die,

the whole see-H-I gonna roll

so what up bitch, you done fucked up now, pal

disrespect the wrong town, clown

step wit a fully, clip wit a bully, stop I gotta kill

just gotta pull it, clone what

an leave yo whole click get struck

fuck around left Bone stuck, Bone fucked

all your boys hollerin Bone duck, what was that

children cryin fo tellin 'cause we be goin to work

this CHI town cap peela

hit 'em up for knockin the world for a minute

yo punk don't play so you better get a little

nigga want war pack the ATF blast out

yo whole gun started killin bitch faster, I hit the stash out

get the cash out, I get the gas out, then we mashed out

nigga, dash out, mash out, hit the next bitch

an shout right now from the Lexus

fuck Bone 'cause it's on in my city, so stick it, stick it

stick it, stick it, bitch now what?

Verse 3

I'm sick of all this bullshit

watch a muthafucka full flip, when I pull it

can't wait til I see you, to bad I wouldn't want to be you

an ain't no doubt creep too, blast yo ass wit a three-two

my four-five gonna meet you, Bone

thug ass harmonies, you can't fuck wit the CHI town armory

hit 'em all when they come wit these

caulk those an puff the weed, so keep yo eyes on the master 3

come out an let us see, how much laughter jokes can be

when you come here from that East 1999

for fuckin wit the wrong cat, seein me in yo hoes lap

an what you lookin for, you gonna find

losin holes in my gold gat

in full ass do you muthafuckaz do you hoes laugh

I know your high on green, you messed

pass out all stressed up, I'm at the end of the world so catch up

'cause we blast y'all keep in wit the masters

an I'm in it to win it, will I serve a bitch

I'm my brothers keeper til I, die an deserve this bitch

(chorus x4)

Verse 4

Better be remotivated wit a mack 10

masked assassin blastin, killin mutha fuckaz passion

bullets crash we load them thangs

so muthafuckaz seen hoes who strain

I can hear they voices prayin, none of y'all bitches adapt to pain

well if you can't pick up pain, pick up pain

say my name, A to the muthafuckin K

on that note nigga I close yo casket bastard

that flower shit that's high an drastic

supposed to be, y'all bitches ain't cold to me, it was told to me

that y'all react to drama when it comes to guns an shit

ain't gotta do the po's, yo click ain't too hard

our click to serve a bitch

only CHI town niggaz do run it like this

only CHI town niggaz do run it like this

only CHI town niggaz do run it like this

take yo wig, flip you bitch, cross our roads

we'll brake your souls, like triple ??? they said we cold

my 9 millimeter, oh shit, 1 clip, 2 clip

an leave yo whole crew sick my dick

an you hollin hot ones, my niggaz be hollerin hot ones

dig my shit then I shot one, does that mean I got one

that all you bitches better dodge for life

you want pocket, here's yo strap(strap) fo life(life)

(chorus x4)

Written by LINDLEY, SAMUEL C. / ROUND, DENISE / ROUND, ANTHONY / SMITH, D. / PAXTON, C.
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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