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they killed pookie - westside gunn & conway lyrics

[verse 1: westside gunn]
aye yo
aye yo my kicks cost $2000
same wing for a week, but the money piling
caught a body up in webster hall
i used to battle for commissary, i never lost
the ’86 saab apple sauce
fashion week tiger sweeten up the catalogue
thought i seen chine gun so i got a ghost
one head shot your brains, adios
chain on the s got chain
gave the fiends some work, they used the stove, i did my thing
more money bring more p-ssy
i ain’t a rapper, n-gga, don’t push me
can’t wait to see bacon one day, and somebody die everyday my way
mister s.e. marvelous, the coupe 300 like spartacus
i’m from where your mom’s on crack and your fatherless
the sk, i stuck the cartridge in
fryin’ work in the sk!llet, mix the margarine
i’m slaughterin’

[verse 2: conway]
i fold ar like a futon
body with a suit on like brother bouzone
a thousand pounds of ‘zona straight from tuscon
my youngin let off a drum from back of a yukon
jump out the phantom, don c 2 on
cuban weigh two kilos, i got two on
still reppin’ the same blocks that i grew on
machine b-tch i k!ll everything i spew on
m-16’s with the sh-ll catchers
i’ll bet you rappin’ -ss n-ggas never felt pressure
i like the concord 11’s, but the 12’s fresher
movin’ straight drop cuz it sell better
we the illest, don’t misconstrue, i stay with a b-tch or two
stomp a bone out you in my christian lou
lift you off your feet, i get the blinkin’ i ain’t missin’ you
i’m conway n-gga, every verse a brick or two
my dog knock you down for a half a cake
then run to atlanta like pastor ma$e
they gave don seven for a ratchet case
k!lla tone droppin’ bodies, he ain’t tat his face
i use the g code just to crack the safe
griselda bucket on my rattlesnake
fryin’ lobster with a gl-ss of grapes
hall and nash, we winnin’, them n-ggas had to hate

- westside gunn conway lyrics

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