Tonart: E minor
Verse 1
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Morele, this song's dedicated to my Darkonejo,
aka Kanjo, Mr. Perterous Flow.
Don't trip, fuck these fools.
A little rap jam from my right
-hand man.
Vámonos.
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Another vato's bout to bite the dust.
Am
Fuck him with a cartel
Am
E
I hold it down in my Southside town.
Am
Heard a buster got beef,
E
he know where to be found
Am
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What the fuck? Another drive, I was up
Am
Killing everybody when the
weapons erupt
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Am
Don't give a fuck,
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everybody catching lead
Am
AKs, 47 rounds to the head
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Empty the mag, holla at you fags
Am
Thought you held it down,
now your body bag
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Here's the plan, do the job so neat
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Rid my enemies from the
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Time to chill, lay low on the deal
E
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Cause Forensics looking
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Ain't gonna hap pen,
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E
No fingerprint or suspect to get
Am
Em
All my enemigas get blasted up
Am
Mastermind job, homie,
Am
Think you callin' shots,
Am
Conejo, Enco, Porro,
Am
All my enemigas get blasted up
Mastermind job, homie,
Am
Think you callin' shots,
homie, back on up
Conejo, Enco, Porro,
Am
E
Yeah, you all buffed up with your tattoos
Am
E
So instead of catchin' one,
dawg, you're catchin' two
Am
E
Little cock, smokin' dissa on the internet
Am
I reach through your Macintosh
Am
Pipin' down your bitch,
Am
It's nothin' personal,
Am
Tried to keep the beef wrapped,
Am
Now I got a infrared pointin'
Am
Where you at, homes?
E
you with a loaded clapper
Am
E
In a three -piece, clean and dapper
Am
Nobody at your funeral
Am
E
Tryna be a G, man you got no school
Am
Acting all gumbalo, yes I got you the tool
E
Am
En emy goes crack when the
Am
Haha, to fuck your whole day up
E
Am
Homeboy, all my enemy guys
homie that's what's up
E
Think you calling shots, homie back on up
Am
Go left, wake up home,
Am
E
All my enemy guys get blasted up
homie that's what's up
Think we callin' shots,
homie, back on up
Gon' have to work us hard,
Am
Plottin' on your death,
Am
What you think I'd only
E
want someone to miss you
Am
Pointin' at you with two
Am
You ain't worth a sixteen,
Am
E
Between your eyes, Saturday surprise
Am
E
Bring some tears to your half -eyes eyes
Am
You get a new tux, perfect size
E
Am
Got you a new box,
Am
Tryin' to clown with your bullshit rhymes
E
Am
Used to do the bang shit,
E
then I did the slang shit
E
now it's back to the gang shit
Am
E
Roll deep with the S's that I hang with
Am
E
With my conjo up a twenty -fifth
Am
Little homies do the hideous shit
E
Am
You on the wrong side of town,
E
man, you catchin' a clip
Am
All my enemy guys get
Am
Mastermind job, want me fast,
Am
Think you callin' shots,
Am
Go left, go in, go home,
Am
E
All my enemikas get blasted up
Am
E
Mastermind job, only that's what's up
Am
Think you're calling shots?
Hold me back, hold up
Kulejo and Kupo 'o,
E
Am
Kulejo and Kupo 'o, imperial
E
Oleg Kulejo don't trip, dawg
Am
I'ma hold these bastards down
E
while you're out of town
Outro 1
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