My guns are bigger than a baby’s arm With Agent Orange like I was raised in ‘Nam The bullets stay inside your brain like it’s your favorite song I don’t give a fuck who they hitting, they can graze your mom I load the motherfucking clip in they like baby bombs I see it as something beautiful when the metal fly Around the way call me Lucifer, a hell of a guy I’m a motherfucking veteran I’m telling you I’ll Beat his head until there’s red in them I’m letting em die City of brotherly thugs, the home of filthy living You ain’t fucking around with Vinnie, Perce, and Guilty Simpson Unless you wanna be the target that we dump the clip in I do the shit during the day, I like the gun to glisten You a backwards motherfucker you run the prison You think that being locked with males in jail a fun position You should kill yourself rapper and be stuck in the earth To be honest ain’t no rapper that can fuck with you Perce
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For the cats in the hood with a rep Hustle through the AM when most men slept In the waistline where the roscoe’s kept I’m on the edge nigga watch your step
I’m on the edge nigga watch your step We here to eat till there’s no food left In the waistline where the roscoe’s kept I’m on the edge nigga watch your step
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