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killa - willtharapper lyrics

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[intro]
dynamite
it’s willtharapper n-gg-
say look
you the dynamite
you the dynamite
you the dynamite
you the dynamite
you the dynamite
you the dynamite
you the dynamite
[?] in the studio double so so sh-t
you the dynamite
you the dynamite
solo rapping n-gg-
you the dynamite
you the dynamite
you the dynamite
you the dynamite
you the dynamite

[verse 1]
rip your papi, that n-gg- was gone brazy
this beef sh-t be for real man
these streets out here be crazy
the feds be k!lling us but i shoot back
and i get 80
i will never see these streets
till my babies have their babies
sh-t be crazy, i ain’t going like that
run up on me get shot i ain’t busting fight back
lil n-gg- always [?] you ain’t talking like that
how the f-ck this your block you ain’t posted like that
and the ogs round there tell me you a b-tch
wanna beef what for you ain’t nothing but a lick
you just smoke for some smoke
you ain’t nothing but a vic
get a hoe set you up you ain’t nothing to a b-tch
all ma n-gg-s in the whip fit all black
everybody on dark so we all strap
run down while you try to make a call to the plug
bust a pound you ain’t never get the call back
and the streets with the beef with the beef i don’t fall back
homicides kidnap some with all that
if he run then the bullets h-tting all backs
send away the leaf turn red you think fall back
fat [?] got the squad back
playing with them tools better wear you f-cking [?]
once we get the word we ain’t tweeting no respond back
we just pulling up sh-t sour hear a car crash
you hear skrrrrt blow, knocking everything standing up to the ground
hood on mute you ain’t hear a f-cking sound
[?] and ma squad so renowned
i’ll lay a n-gg- down i ain’t playing with a n-gg-
send some sh-lls in your home like they staying with a n-gg-
if the squad so loyal leave em laying with a n-gg-
[?] his hood yeah up had a deal with the n-gg-
send him back to the lord he can deal with a n-gg-
send his good man with him he can chill with a n-gg-
how you know a n-gg- snitching and you still with a n-gg-
i be thinking you would f-cked around and squeal with the n-gg-
and i k!ll with the n-gg-s that i run with
so don’t get gunned down over dumb sh-t
i be smoking loud till ma mof-cking lung red
keep a mack chicken and a thirty shot drumsticks
i lay his hoe with the rest one clip
leave his tongue red like he just ate fun dip
little do you know he ate a whole drum can
i don’t even know if his face stomach ate those shot
and i let off a4 shots when we spray around a4 block
to his mother f-cking head watch his mother f-cking
face, nose drops woop woop
man i hate those cops i bleed through the blocks
dot cops can’t speed through the block
ops hard can’t creep through the block
might hop out the whip then kick it on feet through the block
anything [?] cause that jail sh-t dead
all that court and cell sh-t dead
i rather go to h-ll and stay
but the real n-gg-s know it’s a heaven for a g in the streets
man i rather go a day and stay till then i run the streets
make music f-ck hoes get bread smoke dope
p-ss out get head
wake up with a b-tch in the kitchen
what she fixing get fed and it’s back to the streets getting bread
this a real n-gg- life devil try to steal n-gg-s life
f-ck around try to k!ll n-gg-s twice
i ain’t worried bout that cause i’m still in the streets
saying that with ma man on the block with a pipe
if you ain’t with the sh-t n-gg-s really not with this life
need to stop then they start living right
if you play too much in the streets get head at the light
and you know you ain’t get to live twice

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