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hunting season - big stealf lyrics

hunting season lyrics
they say you ain’t really made it till they want you dead
it’s a lot of n*ggas out here aiming for ya spot
even n*ggas you called fam yall was breaking bread
now he coming at ya head all this for a thot
these situations never end well
bullets aimed at ya tem pell
you made a move but ya homies next to kin fell
family functions turn to screams a la cyndell
h*ll that chopper spit like principle pim pel
now n*ggas flying through them red lights and stop signs
blood stains all over ya cream interior
lil homie 16 he won’t stop cryin
a young king be headed
you feel inferior
retaliation gun clapping a round of applause
you finna go and show these n*ggas where the f*ck you from
a slow creep from the jeep a silenced exhauste
south side muhf*cka n*ggas better run

them pistols poppin windows locking n*ggas better duck
lasers out the truck spray it up we never gave a f*ck
this for all my n*ggas that ain’t get to live it up
f*ck what hood you from f*ck what cl!ck you with n*gga what
we wet the whole block up hydrants in the summer
n*ggas thought sh*t was sweet your street goin need a plumber
tires hit a skrt they work and burn rubber
speed around the block toss glocks and take cover uh
mission accomplished can’t none of the n*ggas stop us
we don’t die we multiply n*gga put that on favas
turn on the news they breaking a story live
the only victims innocent shawty was on five

- big stealf lyrics

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