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(alisha hill) - hook



Messing with my cru (2x)

We will kill you (2x)

You dont have a fucking clue (clue)

What we came to do (2x)

You dont have a fucking clue

What we came to do (2x)



(akinyele)

Ha I roll on your doo like bamboo

Man listen

Ak-nel stay in condition

Like shampoo

There aint a man who

Can handle

Once I back slap you

Or clap you

Bullets in your skin like a tatoo

Now back to

Reality

You aint as bad as me

I get down

For my clan

Till they call me your magesty

Nigga fat as me

Still fuck with strategy

My dick stuck way up where her blatter be

But that dont matter see

Ill serve your ass like andre agassi

Fuck tennis

You dealing with a straight menace

Wailing on your ass like venice

Well uh

Got it sewn like a tailor

Float like a sailor

Truck like a trailor

Scope with the (? )

All the above Ive done the like austrailia

Straight bailing you out

One call from jail

Aiming you out like master p

Thats what we be a about

I got ammunition

For those dissing

This aint r&b

That;s why Im skipping

All that rip shit

I land one

With the hand gun

You could go ask charles

And hell tell you

Im the motherfucking man son

My gun had bust many mans

Watch many mans

Get swept off there feet like dust pans

You get touched man

Messing with us man



Hook



(akinyele)

Ha Im untouchable like elliot ness

My foot will lay you down to rest

And bless you with that russell simmons saint

And say thanks for coming out and God bless

Bow fuck that bullet proof vest

I got hollow pistol leave you with the bullet infested in the chest

Its the ak-nel

You know I rock well

I keep the gun point cocked like fucking barbells

Who the hell

Want to touck this veteran

Murder is the medicine

Fine Ill stop the peddaling

Bullet in your brain

Leave your head in pain

On the ground youll be laying

Reaching for exceteran ceteran ceteran

But fuck that headache

You headed for a wake

I through the gun in the lake

So they dont see me upstate

Now they dont have a clue and shit

Around the way

I see your name

Written on the walls

Like rest in peace in you and shit

Your crew they aint doing shit

Your moms talking about the city had you suing it

I got the name michael inbreded on the mack 11

They send punk niggas on the highway to heaven

You want to see God hit you with about seven

You want to see God hit you with about seven

Like you shop in pensylvania your blood straight redden

Get it redden pensylvania

You want to shoot a fear one

I might swing my hands like macarena



Hook 2x

(alisha hill) - hook



Messing with my cru (2x)

We will kill you (2x)

You dont have a fucking clue (clue)

What we came to do (2x)

You dont have a fucking clue

What we came to do (2x)



(akinyele)

Ha I roll on your doo like bamboo

Man listen

Ak-nel stay in condition

Like shampoo

There aint a man who

Can handle

Once I back slap you

Or clap you

Bullets in your skin like a tatoo

Now back to

Reality

You aint as bad as me

I get down

For my clan

Till they call me your magesty

Nigga fat as me

Still fuck with strategy

My dick stuck way up where her blatter be

But that dont matter see

Ill serve your ass like andre agassi

Fuck tennis

You dealing with a straight menace

Wailing on your ass like venice

Well uh

Got it sewn like a tailor

Float like a sailor

Truck like a trailor

Scope with the (? )

All the above Ive done the like austrailia

Straight bailing you out

One call from jail

Aiming you out like master p

Thats what we be a about

I got ammunition

For those dissing

This aint r&b

That;s why Im skipping

All that rip shit

I land one

With the hand gun

You could go ask charles

And hell tell you

Im the motherfucking man son

My gun had bust many mans

Watch many mans

Get swept off there feet like dust pans

You get touched man

Messing with us man



Hook



(akinyele)

Ha Im untouchable like elliot ness

My foot will lay you down to rest

And bless you with that russell simmons saint

And say thanks for coming out and God bless

Bow fuck that bullet proof vest

I got hollow pistol leave you with the bullet infested in the chest

Its the ak-nel

You know I rock well

I keep the gun point cocked like fucking barbells

Who the hell

Want to touck this veteran

Murder is the medicine

Fine Ill stop the peddaling

Bullet in your brain

Leave your head in pain

On the ground youll be laying

Reaching for exceteran ceteran ceteran

But fuck that headache

You headed for a wake

I through the gun in the lake

So they dont see me upstate

Now they dont have a clue and shit

Around the way

I see your name

Written on the walls

Like rest in peace in you and shit

Your crew they aint doing shit

Your moms talking about the city had you suing it

I got the name michael inbreded on the mack 11

They send punk niggas on the highway to heaven

You want to see God hit you with about seven

You want to see God hit you with about seven

Like you shop in pensylvania your blood straight redden

Get it redden pensylvania

You want to shoot a fear one

I might swing my hands like macarena



Hook 2x

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