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    Yo, guerilla war nigga, what
    Guerilla war nigga, what what
    Guerilla war nigga, what what
    Guerilla war nigga, what what
    Guerilla war nigga
    It's on

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    Yo, y'all niggas don't know the art of war
    Now you dyin' and my gun'll keep burstin' 'til your mama cryin'
    I'm defying your whole crew, y'all niggas weak
    It could be on officially if you had heart
    Nigga your overrated, props old decaying
    Not known for sprayin', what the fuck you sayin'
    Your crew fell, you jeal', cuz mine doin' it
    Yo quit the jealousy, let's get the felonies
    My niggas sellin' keys, your niggas sellin' dreams
    Your plans ain't precise, you need better schemes
    Cuz yo, I ain't tryin to lose another nigga
    And if so enough blood is spilt to fill a river
    And I'll part the Red Sea like Moses dad
    And smite my enemies despite the penalties
    You could live like kings, but die from injuries
    You about to be a memory nigga (You don't want it!)
    I don't hate you, I despise you
    I call you cocksucker, cuz it describes you
    I know you wish you had a real crew, like I do
    Niggas'll send shots and get props like my crew
    Look at you nigga, you had status, most of that vanished
    Y'all niggas has been, addicts, unestablished
    What the fuck happened? You had the block clickin'
    Now you in denial, y'all are finished
    You out position, but you no competition
    To my niggas with heaters yo, we not feelin' you either, what
    You wanna talk violent, but Sig P.'s for solution
    I stalk silent, when I precede execution
    Taught by the, realest niggas to walk the planet
    With one thought you vanish, like the corp remanded
    You on the ave with your weak mans frontin'
    When you see my niggas comin' (You don't want it!)
    My nigga Biggie must have prophesized
    When he said somebody got to die
    I'm like the jackal, when I attack you die from gat wounds
    Frank Nitty couldn't do it that smooth
    Life's a bitch, I'm the pimp, you own Mad Duke's crew
    I proved you weak, you ride dick to eat
    You ain't real, ill, or prepared to kill
    Man you better chill, you could get it for real
    I live this life of gangstas, ever second it's changin'
    The enemy is rarely a stranger
    The treachery in the heart cemented jealousy's best friend
    That's the reason felonies will never end
    How you feel is mutual, I don't fear retaliation, I'm shootin' you
    This is a mere evaluation, I do what you to scared to do
    Motherfucker I'm prepared, you don't, want it nigga

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    Composición: Cory McKay

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