Lyrics Opp Pack - UnoTheActivist
Damn,
damn
Broke
the
Internet
(I'll
tell
you
what)
Put
that
nigga
ass
in
the
dirt!
I'll
tell
you
what,
are
you
doing
too
much
talking?
(Free
kill)
(Free
kill)
Fuck
wrong
with
you?
I'll
tell
you
what,
though
What?
What?
(Staccs
on
the
beat
so
it
sound
different)
Yeah,
it
get
hot
in
the
streets,
so
I
gotta
keep
a
cooling
kit
on
the
table
(dig?)
Nowadays,
the
first
thing
a
nigga
do
is
start
fake
beef
then
sign
to
a
label
(dig?)
New
opp
pack
in
the
air,
go
ahead
and
gas
him
up,
inflate
him
(dig?)
Poke
a
nigga
up
with
the
mask
on,
talkin'
'bout
Jason,
ain't
talkin'
'bout
Tatum
(dig?)
I
cannot
beef
with
a
nigga,
he
dead
I
got
some
niggas
I
raised
from
the
dead
I
was
brought
up
to
keep
one
in
the
head
No,
there's
no
talkin',
my
name
is
not
Ted
I'm
gonna
give
these
lil'
niggas
the
blues
Won't
stop
'til
I
see
a
whole
lotta
red
Popping
these
Percs,
on
a
whole
lot
of
meds
Kill
all
the
opps
and
then
run
from
the
feds
(yeah)
Tie
that
bitch
up
in
the
bathroom
'cause
you
know
this
a
home
invasion
Niggas
on
the
net
talking
all
that
tough
shit,
tell
the
nigga
drop
location
I'ma
let
the
hollow
point
come
out
the
blick
just
'cause
I
like
vibration
Nowadays,
a
nigga
die
over
a
bitch
when
it
all
was
an
entanglement
(dig?)
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
(dig?)
I
can't
beef
with
that
lil'
nigga,
he
dead
(dig?)
Yeah,
I
can't
beef
with
him,
he
dead
Murder
your
mom,
shoot
you
dad
in
the
head
I
got
some
jewelry,
it
cost
me
some
bread
Fuck
all
the
jewelry
and
fuck
how
I
paid
Throwing
the
paint,
we
was
toting
the
lead
It's
a
new
gun
that's
stuffed
inside
the
bed
Yeah,
it
get
hot
in
the
streets,
so
I
gotta
keep
a
cooling
kit
on
the
table
Nowadays,
the
first
thing
a
nigga
do
is
start
fake
beef
then
sign
to
a
label
(yeah)
New
opp
pack
in
the
air,
go
ahead
and
gas
him
up,
inflate
him
(yeah)
Poke
a
nigga
up
with
the
mask
on,
talkin'
'bout
Jason,
ain't
talkin'
'bout
Tatum
Yeah,
yeah
(dig?),
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
(dig?)
Yeah,
what?
Yeah
(dig?)
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Yeah,
yeah
(dig?)
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah
(dig?),
yeah
(what?)
Yeah
(dig?),
yeah
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
I'm
gonna
walk
in
your
crib
with
the
chop
When
I
walk
out,
I'ma
leave
with
a
limb
Told
you
lil'
niggas
this
was
an
invasion
I
kick
the
door,
I
feel
like
I'm
Zim
They
had
a
choice
Yeah,
they
taking
that
harder
way,
I'm
calling
'em
Tim
Bro
will
kill
you
'cause
the
color
of
your
brim
12
will
kill
you
'cause
the
color
your
skin
(yeah)
Kill
a
street
nigga
and
it
don't
mean
shit,
kill
a
rap
nigga
and
get
famous
And
I'm
gon'
kill
every
rat
I
see,
I'ma
kill
'til
they
endangered
Told
you,
a
nigga
gon'
touch
on
these
chains
and
you
know
that
I
got
to
stay
dangerous
If
you
walk
home
with
the
stuff
in
your
sack
then
you
know
I
got
to
chop
off
your
fingers
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