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• Artiste: ICECOLDBISHOP
• Titre: Bad Influences From My Uncle
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Uh, look Bitch this beat go stupid, and my gun go stupid too Ain't no limit to the bullshit that we all bitch, hoody hoo Choppa eat a niggas face, but this .45 a foodie too And my niggas got way more heart than baby Looney Tune And my niggas got way more heart than OG had in '86 Little T ain't kill you 'cause today he had to babysit But, he got that chopper Richard Nixon hit the Navy with Navy handkerchief, fingers twisted, and he banging crip OG lit the dip now we smokin on the sherm stick Did a line of powder now we plottin', 'bout to murk shit Bitch, I'm bout to chop off that porch, ya dig? PCP on that Newport, ya dig? Choppa on my fuckin lap, that mean I participated Made a nigga momma cry, that is my initiation Bitch, that black leather jacket fucked up my whole generation Killin' for my OG 'cause hе got my mom manipulated All my OG told me was some bullshit All my OG told mе was some bullshit All my OG told me was some bullshit All my OG told me was some bullshit Ayy y'all Uncle Nathan back here trippin I think that nigga just sniffed up half a gram again Ok, Uncle Nathan trippin' off a half a gram Sellin' dope so he don't gotta give the other half to Sam Chopper tucked inside his jeans, it's taking up like half his pants They called him a demon because he wouldn't shake the pastors hand Little do you know Both of them niggas be sharing freebase and they beefing 'Cause he ran off with the pastor's dope For three days and he fiendin' He been riding around my motherfucking grandma's spot My cousin pressed him like, "Get yo' ass up off my grandma's block" My cousin got killed in these streets, laid in cold blood It could of been some cold crips It could of been some cold bloods The cold part? My family had to watch the fucking footage of it So when we catch who did it, nigga We gone let that bully fuck 'em Right up in his face You broke my heart, soon as you killed my cousin You take one of my niggas Then we gone double back and kill a dozen Even though we got revenge We still don't feel no different from it Ain't no kissin', huggin, ain't no peace treaty Bitch, it's just really fuck em' We gone kill em', we gone kill em', we gone kill em' all We gone kill em', we gone kill em', we gone kill em' all We gone kill em'