LYRICS

feat. Slim 400, J Stalin & 4rax


All in the surf, feel the boss over here
We get on a nigga noggin like it's over here
Shoot a gang many when they go in
Fitted by the hood guns what you wanna throw in here
Type of shit that's mandatory when you in the life
Last night I did some shit that would get you life
Yeah you gotta remind me that I ain't living right
I'm up a couple pans they ain't tryina get it right
Sending kites to the killers they know it's love
Suckers tryina kill me 'cause they know warrup
We slit into they residence and tore them up
I ain't want your baby mama she ain't hoe enough
Going buddy shit is in my veins boy
You ain't got a body can't hang boy
Going buddy shit is in my veins boy
If you ain't got a body can't hang boy

Genocide, suicide, homicide
That's where I'm from
All in my cup, cookie in my blunt, 50 in my trunk
You don't have to gimme a reason
To get at you with this dirty gun
Yeah, on collision with the bullet
For me nigga that's a hit & run,

(x2)
That's a hit & run, that's a hit & run
That's a hit & run, that's a hit & run
That's a hit & run, that's a hit & run
That's a hit & run, that's a hit & run

Alright, okay, that dirty gun to the home
They be slit the blame
In a 45 9 sales have a nigga bleed
Got niggas fleeing, they throwing live there
And you can't go upon my mission to be black scared
They say haters been talking
Slim what's he talking bout?
Shit, a little this, a little that
Man she peace be that
That's why it's cocktails in your house
Man we gonn' figure it out
And we's the ones the west shit blood wing feeling no drive
Close caskets for you snitches, I got them in the mouth
And don't be on that sad trip if you don't know these props
Now there's ??? carry it out
Mozzy being with this line that's what my nigga's bout
Homie ain't got shit on but he first to go
Now it's hela black dresses and the front row
What that mean? He had to go
What that mean? He had to go

Genocide, suicide, homicide
That's where I'm from
All in my cup, cookie in my blunt, 50 in my trunk
You don't have to gimme a reason
To get at you with this dirty gun
Yeah, on collision with the bullet
For me nigga that's a hit & run,

(x2)
That's a hit & run, that's a hit & run
That's a hit & run, that's a hit & run
That's a hit & run, that's a hit & run
That's a hit & run, that's a hit & run

Free my shooter Connor, he be home soon
We get back to pushing hero packs in a balloon
I bet it all on lil' toon, nigga
‘Cause real niggas never come fake
And real killers never make a mistake
No innocent boss standards here where we survive
Plus she was so hard, never call your mama guard
Niggas dying ain't got money for a funeral
For this beef I just bake it like a casserole
My new shooter only 15 years old
He catch a body for manslaughter, that's 6 years
He be right back on the block with his peers
No fear in the land of the homicide
And fuck them niggas ain't no love for the other side
No fear in the land of the homicide
And fuck them niggas ain't no love for the other side
Stop!

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