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Death 2 My Enemies

๐Ÿ‘ค The Jacka โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Devilz Rejects 2: House of the Dead โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 4:49
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

In the nighttime, in the moonlight

Gunshots echo the ghetto

In the dawn, them ain't no gangstas

When the rifles beat your head up off

Gunshots, nas pa away

Nas gone, you ain't no gangsta

I hear the whispering, of my enemies

Scared when they see me, what they wanna kill

me in my sleep?

That's right I chose this life and now I'm in deep

That's why I hold this chop with .223's squeeze

and squeeze
I pray the God up above for give death to my
enemies

Just tryin' to protect my ns, on some mob
sh*t
We'll never let you win, rep the projects now

Everything out here, just nonsense

You was never the I swear, we monsters

Stab me in the face you won't make it through
the night
30 on his waist but he still lost his life

I was down south down in the deep

Ridin' with a pure round house on my seat

Nas that I grew up with, been knew I'm nice

You ain't got no kicks, Kimbo Slice
In the nighttime, in the moonlight

Gunshots echo the ghetto

In the dawn, them ain't no gangstas

When the rifles beat your head up off

Gunshots, nas pa away

Nas gone, you ain't no gangsta

We pull up in convertibles to murder you

Eat beef like burgers my nas ain't never heard of you

Innocent youth, done pulled a Glock on ya

Gangster and a gentlemen move coke at the
opera

You think that's what's poppin' because it's

popular
Use chops to rock him, baby I'm in the mafia

Shock him with a TEC, take a ride through the
jets

Devilz Rejectz, I'll die for respect

You can be next, cuz we was poverty stricken

That's why my trap do numbers, like lottery

tickets
Summer after summer, it's hot in the kitchen

I try to tell my little nas, but they not finna listen
Fk it, grab the duffel, dropped him a chicken

Watch him break it down in zips straight to the

block and then pitch it

No shoppin' and kickin' it, no boppin' with

b*t*hes
Got hop, off top, I gave the block the business

In the nighttime, in the moonlight
Gunshots echo the ghetto
In the dawn, them ain't no gangstas
When the rifles beat your head up off
Gunshots, nas pa away
Nas gone, you ain't no gangsta
Now when them vans pull up and them nas start runnin'
Shells start droppin' and you nas start duckin'
Bullets hit ya body and heart stop pumpin'
I ride with all gangsters, sippin' on my tussin'
These nas say they gangsta, but they really all bluffin'
I got nas younger than me that'll knock you off for nothin'
I'm riding, sliding lowkey, steady sucka suckin'
Young fly na got the little chickens suckin'
It's fked up goin' against a na with nothin' to lose
But you nas actin' tough like you got somethin' to prove
Shoelace around my neck yeah I'm stuntin' the Uz
I play the game how it goes, I just follow the rules
I was 13 with 22s' in my shoes
The only na rockin' a pistol in middle school
In the night, I be high as three stories
I ain't gotta talk I'll let the choppa speak for me
Ruger
I hear the whispering, of my enemies
Scared when they see me, what they wanna kill me in my sleep
That's right I chose this life and now I'm in deep
That's why I hold this chop with .223's squeeze and squeeze
I pray the God up above for give death to my enemies

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