But I'm going out with a blast
 Going out with a what?
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 Going out with a blast
 The tats bucka  bucka
 Murder on my mind  muthafucka
 So fuck ya
 [Verse 1]
 I'm on the run  with identical guns  murder in the first
 Preachin  smilin  makin money cause my guns hate to disperse
 What the worst that could happen to capital F I?
 I might die, but gon try, see, the stakes is my right eye
 Believe and shoot with the automatic
 Collect and recieve with all the cabbage
 What's my advantage? Have you forgot I'm the baddest, baddest
 Decrowned of all my men, nine milli-cheetah-meter
 That's the brain tissue, heart pauses, and ass eater
 Welcome to the edition of bullets spittin and ass kickin
 My mission to glisten off a every writtin re-dition
 What's my livin? It's givin the Fiend, sellin, tryin to rock it
 My logic the profit, and it's likely you drop it, stop it, jock it
 It's my sad ass ex-bachelor's cash
 Tell me, how them N.O. playas going out, my nigga?
 With a blast
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 [Verse 2]
 You niggas a buncha young bucks with young luck so
 What the fuck up? My bitches talk lead, and them hoes ain't stuck up
 Already, cause of me, ain't no (?) in the helicopter
 So I had to holler at P to get the chopper
 Proper, hollow that a popper
 From that third, a crazy bitch out the Yo
 But keep a nigga with herb
 Word, you ain't heard? This nigga kinda fed up
 Pressure, to my head up, til I, pop a fed up
 Bled up, the whole block, smoked out like Woodstock
 If you could you would not plot and get chopped
 Mobbed from the cocked glocked, last heard was a hum
 From two things I can't control, my cum and my gun
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 [Verse 3]
 Leave his life for me
 And I'm a make sure his ass gon suffer
 Heard he was a fed, I'm a blow up off his cover
 He didn't already warn my mother, man I wish I could duck it
 But fuck it, I done already snorted past my budget
 His life, I'm a rush it
 Dead quick with a bang
 Cause now muthafucka, take a damn thing where I hang
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