[Turtle Banxx]
  most of you motherfuckers is comical
  the rule like me is impossible
  verbally illogical I took the heat and then followed you to your residence
  and spread your molecules blood floods your follicles
  damn right we don't acknowledge you
  the streets got eyes of leopard for telling niggas to up weaponry
  when they see your ass blast and feed your ass to the fish
  life's a bitch that'll suck ya dick
  and tell them guys we hit that cash
  kick ass nigga they coming for the whole pie
  old time guys that wont be satisfied till you lay in a grave
  wont be satisfied till the location of the safe cave
  some were shining too much so I hide in the shade
  the minute you made this move gave him one to his brain
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  kill kill kill murder murder murder
  kill kill kill murder murder murder
  in every video its
  kill kill kill murder murder murder
  in every studio its
  kill kill kill murder murder murder
  and tell me who ya know that
  kill kill kill murder murder murder
  in every video its
  kill kill kill murder murder murder
  in every studio its
  kill kill kill murder murder murder
  and tell me who ya know that
  kill kill kill murder murder murder
    [Turtle Banxx]
  now I roll like minutes and foes with killers that fold
  idiotic motherfuckers smokin 'dro by the O's
  more by the box so whats this is how we rock it
  beats by Cayex and Toxic
  China White find a mic
  imagine you cant stop it
  enough of profit haters make me sick stay on the dick
  talking like they made me rich bitch please face it
  legit ballin gave me this and you cant take me
  cause you cant make it in this game you gotta hate it
  niggas kill me with that weak shit come around on street shit
  guns that don't reach shit in a talk of insanity
  deaths wanted at your ass blast your identity
  ain't no hoes over you ain't know
  we don't fold we monopolize and ostracize hoes
  bitch ass niggas that try to rise
  I'm sick of the die sick of the knives sick of the guy that say
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    [Twista]
  I had smoked three fillos falling on these spindles
  its Twist and T Bizzle
  when i blast heat metal he like like beat bittles we little
  niggas act like the heart and the heartless
  that still bust contrages that rip through cartilage
  turn these mortals into gods and godesses
  I bury ya slug in them haters claiming they veins pump up
  burying blood turns out y'all the scariest thug
  on my nutsac thats how I get into sack
  sorrow hollows I spit at ya jag if he don't die he gonna shit in a bag
  from K Town to V.I.P. ain't no V.I.P.
  ain't no three I.D.'s
  that'll get you to a place where we got keys and peas off our trees
  controversy wild niggas thats thirsty and bodily fluids
  smoking terror that'll smell bloody hands on your soul like mascara
  disciples of death
  you wont even hear fears in they cry
  don't you hear that cold in they throat and see they tears in they eyes
  my niggas rhyme thats all I love
  put a bullet to the sky but a nigga gotta die if he call my blood
  so watch it when you say
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    kill kill kill murder murder murder
  kill kill kill murder murder murder
  kill kill kill murder murder murder
  kill kill kill