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bout to breakem off my sawed off primed and ready waiting for night this the only way to make it right hit the lights and make sure the nina loaded safty off i hate to kill the nigga his family fine take the loss he popped first had to put people in a hurse i helped carry my nigga and tipped the grave digga thinking of good times i could remember like hittin the riverfront smoking the fattest blunt getting the bitches we want them was the times run one in ya spine i though we was kin u trying to knock me for my dividens or cause ya baby mama tryin give me them skins i got twins both of them nina storm worst than katrina turn a atheist into a beliver