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victims - cjunior lyrics

[intro]
gang, all my n*ggas stay militant you know, gang

[verse]
how many chances you get?
how many chances you got before i hit ya mans?
now they whole gang gon [?] we was gon wait till they back and was part of the plan
militants picking them off, when we start searching for n*ggas them n*ggas was there
you know who was sending them shots, how many n*ggas get shot till we call it warfare
pulling up deep in that car, guess yall making the news cause i’m taking out four
all of them sticks you got, might as well put that sh*t up we got ar’s and more
run up three poles in the v, only me in the v when i hop out i’m upping the score
b*tch we don’t got to switch v’s, n*ggas know where i be they ain’t never tried nothing on dogs
i done got lost in these streets, everytime there is beef i be tryna put one in they heads
thinking bout all the sh*t that i lost, i ain’t even gon think when i catch him he’s dead
[?] you stupid, thought you could run with no repercussions now ya boy in he caught lead
now i guess its word for them n*ggas, my finger itching, remember that sh*t you said?
posting with no mask, n*ggas get trashed, if they even think about get reckless, run up on them, check one up off the checklist
better wish that he never sent that message, if i give him pass know i’m coming back, i just had to trip before my next list
speaking hard you get stretched up in that lexus
get up on him, been waiting just to stretch him
used to post up by their way, like i said we could get em tonight
i ain’t turn to a dog overnight i was taking them trips everyday to get right
and im ready to f*ck up these streets
new [?] with some [?] on my feet
that 40 fit right in my jeans
and you can find em
ain’t no running from me, yuh!
hollow tips to his chest make him freeze up
shooting for thrill like im trapper or [?]
pile up his block with bodies and t*shirts
go spin again my whole gang full of reapers
why’d that b*tch put a [?] in my sh*t, would somebody please tell me which one of my guys you hit?
i ain’t even gon speak on how badly we stomped ya mans he was tripping on bodies b*tch
[outro]
let me hear that all the way through

- cjunior lyrics

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