Sniper Locs

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show em...who wearin' this crown...my skils are pro-bound
my shows are show bound,i run this..town...u can die laughin' at you daughters b-day clown
don't get a frown,i spit the heat make all off you get down,bored as fuck,make the neighborhood get round
the yellow tape is out,the scene is mean,the buildin bout to fall,while i scheme on green
i make the coc cook,put crack in a bitchez nose,give em an extra dose,friend or foe im fuckin this hoe.....
im tuckin my gun,and wastin' a clip,its strapped to my hip,put a hole in your face like a pierce to your lip
suit up,we got ammo that stacks higher than a tower in new york,im not a skater but i promote to my fans sponsored by zoo york
im disturbin the peace,its been quiet we takin over like the 'new folk",and we still hustlin ain't broke,one hundred grams under the couch and put em in the tires of the safecoach
put down the blunt u can have a safe roach,im leave ya head dotted like the face of a excaping prisoner
im repppin my city,my state and life,seing if the game ever comes back to life and hip hop could followed by the real listners