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[Chris Brown]
Yesterday my lil' brother caught a murder case
Had to, he didn't wanna throw his life away
Judge hit him with 20, told him, "Get out my face"
He said, "You dead, boy, too late to pray, boy"
Shot bullet holes through his sphere, God
Send him up like here, God
Smear bloody tears, drip like syrup, sippin' Smirnoff
Life of a crime boss, life in jail, that's time off
This right here that mob talk, run it here
Bye, dawg

[Chris Brown]

30 clip, that's a dick, you get fucked with it
Throw away after you use it, swimmin' with the fishes (Ha)
Don't tell yo' bid'ness, go on missions and don't leave no witness (No)
All these bitches turn to snitches, coppas come and getcha (Ooh)
Boy, them bullets hot, shoot you on the drop, you and yo' thot
Smokin' dreadlocks, headshot got that red dot
A million for my watch, said you got it? Bitch, I think not
Hop up at your spot, all these goons, don't get scared now
Fuck about a opp, bitch, I'm everywhere
If the niggas get to shootin', you gon' run and tell
I'ma catch a body 'fore a nigga get mine

Just because you pussy, watch a nigga get time
We all know that you the type to really switch sides
Runners from a youth, grind, gotta get mine
He did anythin' just to get on
But I'ma tell his mama, "He ain't comin' home"

[Chris Brown]
Yesterday my lil' brother caught a murder case
Had to, he didn't wanna throw his life away
Judge hit him with 20, told him, "Get out my face"
He said, "You dead, boy, too late to pray, boy"
Shot bullet holes through his sphere, God
Send him up like here, God
Smear bloody tears, drip like syrup, sippin' Smirnoff
Life of a crime boss, life in jail, that's time off

This right here that mob talk, run it here
Bye, dawg

[Tee Grizzley]
Killas at yo' crib drinkin' coffee like they work late (Sit on 'em)
Tryna squash it, niggas shouldn't have played with me in the first place (Fuck y'all niggas)
I'ma make your death day (Ha)
Nigga, fuck your birthday (Ha)
Kill that pussy bitch and shoot whoever got his shirt made (Brrrr)
I be solo when I ride (I'm 'bout to go get on these niggas)
Not shootin' from a distance, I'ma run up, catch these shots (Bop, bop, bop, bop)
If he a MAC with no kick, niggas die (Brrrr)
Spray the crowd, hollows ain't got names, they just flyin' (Brrrr)

I be in the shooter, with my hunters, 50 in my Ruger
Put a new drum on my glizzy, now that bitch sound like a Uzi
Shoot yo' momma house, now move her
Pulled a mission out this Uber
Me and lil' bro caught a body, ain't get caught, so we ain't do it, hol' up (Shh)
The opps on Instagram live (Them niggas live)
Let's go flip a nigga crib inside out
These bullets go through bricks, I shake yo' hand, you make it out (You cold)
Two clips taped together, it look like it's upside down (Ha)

[Chris Brown]
Yesterday my lil' brother caught a murder case
Had to, he didn't wanna throw his life away

Judge hit him with 20, told him, "Get out my face"
He said, "You dead, boy, too late to pray, boy"
Shot bullet holes through his sphere, God
Send him up like here, God
Smear bloody tears, drip like syrup, sippin' Smirnoff
Life of a crime boss, life in jail, that's time off
This right here that mob talk, run it here
Bye, dawg

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