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Selected song name: Fck 12
Singer Name: Gift of Gab
Lyrics written by: Gift of Gab

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We not like y'all, y'all not like us
In the gun I trust
Uh, I'ma come right up
Gotta watch the shooter 'cause the gun might bust , huh
War , everybody on the floor
We don't knock, we shoot through the door
We give a f**k who the King of New York
I say what I mean when I talk, huh
The hood ain't showin' no remorse
Gunfights in the hall
Bullets goin' through the walls
My n***as Crippin' for a cause, uh, yeah
We got this b*t*h on all fours


We seem 'em, we on 'em
They do what I taught 'em
We crossed every T and we dot every I
And we watched every corner, look
We made it home safe, she gon' know that I'm good when I call in the morning
And n***as know I always come in the morning
None of my n***as is mournin', uh
One up , scorin'
Shot good , Jordan
Ballin' , and we could put diamonds in our crosses
See what happen when they cross us
Losses, huh, they takin' losses, huh
I turn my n***as into bosses
They think I made it out
If bro do a hit, I'ma pay 'em out
Look at what they allow
He never sit up, he get bailed out
Free JayDee out the jailhouse
I can't wait until you sail out
He need a pack, I send the mail out
He need a pack, I send the mail out

We not like y'all, y'all not like us
In the gun I trust
Uh, I'ma come right up
Gotta watch the shooter 'cause the gun might bust , huh
War , everybody on the floor
We don't knock, we shoot through the door
We give a f**k who the King of New York
I say what I mean when I talk, huh
The hood ain't showin' no remorse
Gunfights in the hall
Bullets goin' through the walls
My n***as Crippin' for a cause, uh, yeah
We got this b*t*h on all fours