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Half a bag of the hally place 'em with them glocks and tags Sad to see they killed the nigga was innocent, though he was guilty artist they figured Not knowing that he was a mafia artist member A mafia member fell tossed in the river Using his skull Denting his wood Blood scattered all over the place no one scared for someone that saw all they face None of them got them a murder case Laying in disguise Get the Lies out they minds As they fly high wide In disguise hoping they eyes do not turn white [Chorus] [Juicy J] Is it Friday the 13th? Are you niggas scared? As I cock my gun back Put a bullet through your head I split them dreads Whatever, whatever You better beware The evilest scare Leave nothing but shells and gun smoke in the air I got them glocks So if you run you'll hear them pop And then you'll drop I'll come up on you and never stop Till I reach that point To wipe you out you hoes and haters Smoke you like joints You should have prayed to God to save ya [Crunchy Black] It was on a Sunday night a nigga hit Paul back He said he had a job for us to do to meet him at the Hardy's on the Mart to deal mo crack My girl beeped me she told me paul was on his fucking way Hit me on his cellular phone, big balling down Parkway Paul rode up in a viper man I jumped on the passenger seat and that's when he like started to explain How we gunna touch
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