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Last Day
03:33
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Exposing you for the bitch that you are
A pole with a beam for the ones that think they're hard
Fifteen shots your way, since you talk shit
Time to back it up or bleed out in a ditch
I'll slide by myself, but I got the gang
Thinking shit's sweet, but you know my bullets rang
Nine-Six through and through
IDS Fuckin' crew
Don't get fucked up, or your boys can catch it too
Making all those posts won't bring your boy back
Crying all those tears
Just know I did that
Bands on his head
Yeah, I got his brain snatched
Now you big mad
Next to get your head cracked
Got your head cracked
Brains all on the fucking floor
Begging for your life
Yeah, you can't take anymore
Not just talking shit, always doing what I say
A dead-ass bitch, it's your last fucking day
It's your last fucking day
Don't got shit to say
Duck tape on your mouth
Can't talk it out
Hands and feet bound
Time to feel the hot rounds
Thought I'd let slide
Now it's time to Fuckin die
Loyalty at all costs
Integrity defines my strength
The values that I stand on
I'll never let you hold me back
Say it with your chest or don't say it all
My IDS brothers, I'll never let them fall
Twenty-six years been holding it down
We all wear the crown
Better not step on my bros toes
You won't like how that shit goes
IDS
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2. |
Wrong One
03:18
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ACAB, but you're quick to call the cops
A fake-ass cunt, now you hang with the opps
Always playing games and could never be real
Now it's time to die bitch, you're gonna taste the steel
Screaming Fuck the cops, but ain't ever caught a charge
Talking all this shit and always acting hard
Banging on the net and posting all these guns
Talked shit about me, you met the wrong one
Gun to your head, I'm gonna squeeze the trigger
Now you found out I'm a real heavy hitter
Draco with a drum or Glock with a switch
It won't Fuckin matter, my bullets they won't miss
My bullets won't miss
Straight to your fucking head
Caught the hollow point tip
Now you know that pussy's dead
Quick with your hands or quick with a gun
Better figure out which motherfucking one
Creepin' while you're sleeping and I'm coming for your life
Keep your guard up or you'll be gone tonight
Won't live another day, I practice what I preach
This murder mentality not something you can teach
Body count on the rise, I'm adding to the score
Extendo on a dirty stick, can't take anymore
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3. |
Gun Control
03:32
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Gun control with my finger on the trigger
You a big dawg, now time to get quicker
Runnin' your pockets, we just took your shit
Didn't try to fight back, ya got your head split
Call your boys and try to run it back
Not gonna happen, your crew is wack
That's what you get for fucking with us
Now it's time to turn your head to dust
Finger on the trigger
Barrel in your mouth
One false move and I'll put you in the ground
See the fear of god behind those eyes
Soft motherfucker it's your time to die
Finger on the trigger
Barrel in your mouth
One false move and I'll put you in the ground
See the fear of god behind those eyes
Soft motherfucker it's your time to die
Drive by, shoot 'em up
Light the fucking truck up
You a big dawg now
Time to fuckin' get buck
Got a problem with us
We get it solved real quick
Got that bitch of yours, yo, suckin' on the whole dick
You a pussy-ass bitch, and you fucking know it
Crying on the internet, time to expose it
Came to the wrong hood, got your fucking head split
Cried to your crew, hoe
They didn't fucking do shit
How the big dogs eat
No retreat
Caught you slippin' in the motherfucking street
Bitch
Gun control with my finger on the trigger
You a big dawg, now time to get quicker
Runnin' your pockets, we just took your shit
Didn't try to fight back, ya got your head split
Call your boys and try to run it back
Not gonna happen, your crew is wack
That's what you get for fucking with us
Now it's time to turn your head to dust
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4. |
Pull Up
01:32
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Hanging out
Shooting guns
Having tons of fun
Gang shit with the boys
Playin' with the toys
BBQ on the grill
Dog, you know we love to chill
Floating in the pool, just trying to keep my cool
Throwin' back cokes and brews, always with the crew
Lifting weights and eating plates, this the shit we do
Hoodrat shit with the bros, you know how it goes
This stuff sound good to you, you can kick it too
Thirty-eights and nine-mills bring the cold steel
Got the guns on deck
Better come correct
You can get your chin checked, talkin' out your neck
This shit's about fun
Don't make me use my gun
Now it's time to turn and run, punk
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207
03:06
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Hop out, guns up
Toss you in the fucking trunk
Click-clack, cock it back
Try to fucking run, punk
Got your lo, it's a go
Jumping out, masked up
Green beams, laser tag
Found you hiding in the cut
Pistol whipped, tied you up
Now you know you got stuck
Sharp blade against ya neck
Feel the blood dripping out
Life's flashing, crying tears
No one can save you here
Feel it flow
That's it
Now you know true fear
True fear
Death is near
Never thought it'd end here
Time to pay
No delay
Now you don't got shit to say
Beg for life, plead your case
Razor blade across the face
Not a game
It's a shame
Watched your life go down the drain
Bit off more than you can chew
Bit off more than you can chew
Bit off more than you can chew
Really thought I'd let this go
You silly hoe
Time to put you down below
Watch my power grow
True fear
Death is near
Never thought it'd end here
Time to pay
No delay
Now you don't got shit to say
Beg for life, plead your case
Razor blade across the face
Not a game
It's a shame
Watched your life go down the drain
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6. |
Late Night Creep
02:29
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Kill them all
Decimate the opps, and drop that motherfucker
Drill time
Gonna slide
This is do or die
No time for soft shit
Take you on a ride
Six feet deep, eternal sleep
I'm the grim reaper
Destroy the weak
I control your destiny
Late night creep
Put you out your misery
Counting sheep
Loved by the ones who matter
Everyone else can fucking get it
I don't give a shit about your weak-ass life
I just want to fucking end it
See me coming your way
Better turn and run
I'll beat your ass just for fun
Guns, knives
Take your life quick
Hoes, tricks
Suck my fucking dick
Guns, knives
Take your life quick
Hoes, tricks
Suck my fucking dick
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