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forensics - slim guerilla lyrics

[intro]
you must be genshin

[verse 1: slim guerilla]
now i ain’t melly, but there’s murder on my mind, plotting and scheming
i’m taking out ten of theirs, ’cause they took one of mine
try to take the rilla mane, here we f*cking go again
coming up with the d*mn plan and dodging the feds
so i won’t end up dead, call up a couple of my g’s
tell them to bring me all the ammo i need, pay the community quiet
by letting me creep and making them n*ggas bleed
ain’t listen up, no army boots, running all black with reeboks shoes
sticking and running and moving all up in your hood
b*tch, it’s a chess move

[verse 2: almighty bumpin’]
all you b*tches talking sh*t, mac gon’ make you back it up
lying like n*ggas is ready for war, i know thеm n*ggas ain’t strapped enough
lay them down, wrap thеm up, heavy artillery, pack them up
steadily creeping when i see you bleeding
it’s what you get for acting tough, ar get to acting up
chopper make them nice as h*ll
same n*ggas that start the beef, same n*ggas that run and tell
copping pleas and calling twelve, i see you, removing sh*lls
victim of my voodoo spell, go against passion, you gon’ fail, b*tch
[verse 3: eva noxious]
you will end up missing and time will pass and time will tell
my brothers ain’t playing about me
our hood rolling deeper, they don’t give a f*ck about no jail
smoke, then i blow her out, said she took my candlelight
b*tches ain’t taking sh*t from me, they can’t hold a lighter
my sh*t, they just wish in the well, b*tch, we rolling deeper
so bump this in your speakers, i ain’t f*cking with you hoes
and i don’t want to do no features, dug herself a lonely grave
when i pressed her like a t*shirt, still subbing, same hoes
d*ck riding, claim true, like the f*cking with you
you will end up murdered and time will pass and flesh decay
stay solid, while birds speak, typing on the net
talking out of they neck, broke, so i left them out
i don’t need his ass around, the same fool begging for my time
ain’t worth a dime, b*tch, i’ll never change, smoking strictly reefa
but i won’t roll no swisher, got a four four always in my bag
and the mac is maxed like my vato got me, let them b*tches bleed
they jumping out, they leaking, f*cking with the passion corp
will leave a corpse six feet in, b*tch

- slim guerilla lyrics

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