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I go until the end I killin' all your friends Bustin' at they fuckin' throat I keep that shit up on the low Freddie murder bitches in the middle of the street Point it at them and they geek Pull the trigger I'm a freak I'm the big deal, packing steel Call me fuckin' Holyfield When my power gonna bust Bullet turn you into dust Rest in piece you little bitch C'mon dare me make me rich Filled with hatred in my soul Grippin' on a 44' Let it pop out, let you drop You know Freddie fuckin' op Doom is the click, y'all bitches ain't shit Just a corpse, got to go Tryna' match up in my flow Murder goes in the show Single shot, slit your throat (yuh) Ooh, bang, 289 Till' your fuckin' mine Rollin' slow, with a 44' aiming at your throat Me and Zye, gonna let you die, til' your fuckin' mine Sippin' mud, do the coke Motherfucker do the most Ooh, bang, 289 Till' your fuckin' mine Rollin' slow, with a 44' aiming at your throat Me and Zye, gonna let you die, til' your fuckin' mine Sippin' mud, do the coke Motherfucker do the most