Dome Shots

A-Wax

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    [A-Wax]
    They call me Young A-Wax (Young A-Wax)
    Surround myself with young J-Cats (J-Cats)
    Quick to spray gats
    Nobody can trust each other (what?)
    I count snakes when I'm under my covers and sheets
    Instead of sheep's stressin' myself to sleep
    It's rather deep like murder second degree
    Never nervous
    Handle them heavy weapons
    Reborn: 7th month, 17th day, 9th year of the 70's
    Smokin' heavily
    Beverly Hills rapper, slash thug actors
    Get drunk backwards out of they whip
    Snatch him by the perm put a gun to his lip
    And tell him strip
    Savage times for real
    You a bitch if you can't admit my rhymes is ill (ugh)

    [Chorus x2]
    Catch a dome shot, get your wig split
    He looked at me with his brains in his hand, EEW!
    He asked me if I could fix it
    Then he cried
    Shook like a fish out of water then he died

    [A-Wax]
    Collided with the killers
    Or the rydah with the rilla
    But you sided with them fake
    Now you gotta meet your fate
    Out of state where the cakes cost 23 G'z
    I went back to the past with three
    Caught funk
    Yeah, smothered a goon
    Turn the music up loud
    Better cover the boom
    Go discover the room
    Go explore the flames
    I was more than doomed
    It was more than pain
    It was rain
    Sunshine, one bullet, one nine
    One mother fucka, you done mother fucka
    Another mother gotta suffer a loss
    It was nothin'
    Dawg it was nothin' to a boss
    I was lost
    This time last year paid the cost
    For a once and a 2nd strike
    Four blunts, one second to strike
    Got a kite from fang
    Said light the flame
    Don't…

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    [Chorus x2]

    [A-Wax]
    Like a fish out of water he was floppin'
    Took a shot to the dome and it dropped him
    Stopped him, dead in his tracks
    Blew him right up out his black Air Max
    With the loose fat laces
    I'm on the run for like deuce fat cases
    Gotta bust out the track Asix
    Fuck dominoes in the day room
    Fuck playin' 'til noon
    Fuck playin' 'til they call my (call my)
    Union to the town hall
    Fuck a frog eye
    Fuck a torpedo
    Fuck spreads and dorito tips
    I gotta get rich off a kilo bitch
    Don't call anybody blockin' my goal
    I'm a young gun with a glock and a goal

    [Chorus x2]

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