Massacre

[Gutta]

Yo cat, I got the photograph of your man
I know the math, last week U had to hold him back
Lost a lot of doe over a game of craps, loaded gat
In his hand, just to state the facts, plus some blow
Perhaps, Im not sure if I heard he knew the cats
Cops patrolling Ave's, close to him, indulged in sin
Holding bags of opium, niggas now approaching him
Fists start swinging, in the midst of hearts beating
Theres ya nigga Bullet over there, bout to start squeezing
Bout to pull the hair, pin, trigger, niggas scared
Quick to let these bitches feel the infrared
Shots went off, dome hits, niggas nodding off
Bullet made a point of knockin niggas out the box!
The scene was thick, kids across the streets would sit
And watch niggas intervene, make em wanna bust an eagle clip
Bullet still breathing, caught the last, buckshot
But compared to them other niggas he aint had enough knocks
And what not, niggas on the ground, eyes rolling different directions
These cats was forty five holders, now they skin change complexion
But ya man, Bullet aint impressed, hittin domes
But aimed at chests, left the scene like money aint a thang
Aint known where the nigga was til my doorbell rang…..

[Gutta]

feed me bitches

[ugly]

Nice drop homie, good imagery too. All i keep thinkin bout was drive bys lol. But you consistantly keep talken bout dome shots/head shots ect I noticed.

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And what not, niggas on the ground, eyes rolling different directions
These cats was forty five holders, now they skin change complexion

overall: 6/10