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Busta
Everytime you niggas close the door behind you
When you leave out your crib
Hope you niggas is thinking like me ,like me
I understand your troubles dog tell me what you gone do
If a nigga trying to kill you,kill you
If a nigga trying to kill you,kill you
If a nigga trying to kill you,kill you
If a nigga trying to kill you,kill you
Check it
I hope you know when them niggas is coming for you
You holding your toaster say you a prayer and hope it goes well
Cause once the bullet penertrate
It will just start to irritate
All of your organs surrounding the bullet hole aswell
You might even go into minor convulsions
Thе beat of your heart is pulsing and faster racе than a rabbit fucking
Losing your feelings and you vision is getting blurry
I worry your every breath is shorter from what you tryna suck in
I no you wishing what they shot was a dud now
Somebody left you for dead while you choke on your blood now
Na na na na na na now if the luck of god ain't working
Till your shoveling through somebody elses garbage we can pray to
And while your time is running the both of your legs numbing up now
You probably wishing someone to come and save you
Because in that you ain't putting metal deposits in me
Cause nowa days folderble gun closets travel with me
Busta
Everytime you niggas close the door behind you
When you leave out your crib
Hope you niggas is thinking like me ,like me
I understand your troubles dog tell me what you gone do
If a nigga trying to kill you,kill you
If a nigga trying to kill you,kill you
If a nigga trying to kill you,kill you
If a nigga trying to kill you,kill you
Check it
I hope you know when them niggas is coming for you
You holding your toaster say you a prayer and hope it goes well
Cause once the bullet penertrate
It will just start to irritate
All of your organs surrounding the bullet hole aswell
You might even go into minor convulsions
Thе beat of your heart is pulsing and faster racе than a rabbit fucking
Losing your feelings and you vision is getting blurry
I worry your every breath is shorter from what you tryna suck in
I no you wishing what they shot was a dud now
Somebody left you for dead while you choke on your blood now
Na na na na na na now if the luck of god ain't working
Till your shoveling through somebody elses garbage we can pray to
And while your time is running the both of your legs numbing up now
You probably wishing someone to come and save you
Because in that you ain't putting metal deposits in me
Cause nowa days folderble gun closets travel with me
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