(Intro)
Drumma Boy
51:50
BWA
Hurricane
Gates
[VERSE 1: Hurricane Chris]
Fully automatic in the trunk
Took it outta trunk put it on the backseat
Starin' at a flat-line
One o' these niggas gonna catch me a case
But it's gon' get beat
Ridin' through the city with the top down
Like what now? Ye ain't really want no beef
That .223 got a whole lotta shots
Runnin' off at the mouth, and yo body gon' leak
Black ski mask, and nobody gon' see my face
Lo key, bitch, you dealin' with a G
Fuck hangin' out a window
When I walk up on a nigga close range
Bang bang and it's what it's gonna be
Hit you with a chain gang, just anotha nigga dead
Laid down face first in the middle of the street
Now ye ain't really bout that, find out where yo house at
Come through, let off with that heat, gone!
Drumma Boy
51:50
BWA
Hurricane
Gates
[VERSE 1: Hurricane Chris]
Fully automatic in the trunk
Took it outta trunk put it on the backseat
Starin' at a flat-line
One o' these niggas gonna catch me a case
But it's gon' get beat
Ridin' through the city with the top down
Like what now? Ye ain't really want no beef
That .223 got a whole lotta shots
Runnin' off at the mouth, and yo body gon' leak
Black ski mask, and nobody gon' see my face
Lo key, bitch, you dealin' with a G
Fuck hangin' out a window
When I walk up on a nigga close range
Bang bang and it's what it's gonna be
Hit you with a chain gang, just anotha nigga dead
Laid down face first in the middle of the street
Now ye ain't really bout that, find out where yo house at
Come through, let off with that heat, gone!
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