Intro:
(IT'S BANG HOT...SLOT-A)
Chorus (Valid):
One shot, one kill what the deal?
Runnin' with ya' mob, how that make you feel?
You's a big dog now making all the blood spill?
Miss me with that bull shit homie, I'mma keep it real
like OH YA, you know i gets down
I'mma WARRIOR, now go run and tell ya squad
and EMPLOYER, that that Viglante came and he
done WARNED YA', and he done SHOWED YA who the
Fuckin' SOLDJA'
Verse 1 (Valid):
Take Matters in my own hands, hate to be so Frank Castle with the Program, lock and load droppin' foes
similar to dominos, one by one makin' sure ya' partna' knows, I done it, I'm comin', hide from him, fly rugged, 9 iron to ya face Friday night i'm clubbin,
glazed eyes open wide as you slowly wake, realize ya' hog tied now ya' know ya fate, claim you wouldn't talk, then ya jaws opened, when you smelled the fumes, and cigar smoke is coming out my face, cant hide, yell, run, gotta tell son or I let ya fry well done with a flick of the Cuban,
talk that bullshit this stick'll make ya gears shift real quick like i'm crusin', now... envision it i'm whippin' it with windows tint merkin' sucka's who done made these victims out the innocent with....
CHORUS
Verse 2 (Skyzoo)
My zip code one shot, one kill, what the deal,
convos get involved, shit is steel over steel,
the applause get louder, talking to the crowd
was a couple hands away from a coroner around us,
one shot, they introduce you to a gage,
Tryna jump shots, like I was kin to Luke Cage,
start up one block, it's all vigilante,
Said you wanna get on son, you need to ask me,
told us ain't no other kings in this trap thing,
the crown on the wall skin deep like black ink,
you down for the cause and the streamers that that brings?,
I told 'em book it all, I been greedy since glass rings,
I'm in a space, where if we should hear a cop on the way,
we should prolly have a shotti in the top of a safe,
misdials turn to mistrials outta the gate,
so id rather not be another body today,
I tell 'em one shot
CHORUS
Bridge (Valid):
I know, what ya did, where you was at, plus who you was with, Fuck 5-0, they ain't gon' do shit, gotta get it how ya live for all the victims you done hit
Verse 3 (Magestick Legend)
See where i'm from you don't talk about guns unless you holding one, i pray that the bullets don't touch the chosen one, i pray that the golden child don't stray, cuz he see a dead body every day (WHAT), they can't hear him from the suburbs, they only go see a nigga at the concert (WHAT),
Man the desperation so loud, make a nigga go click click BLOW, give me everything green from the register, i come to collect I'm the creditor, you act like you better than my whole family, I'm the predator, Whats humble to you left me in the jungle where we keep from going under like this, them state troopers just shot my cousin and you actin' like i just might miss, there's a thin line between the cops and the robbers in the streets tryin' to eat, nigga reach, Motha' fucka's got...
CHORUS
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