ain't no mystery
behind the loyalty
homie keep aiming at em...
let the aim guide ya homie(echoing) ...
go fo da the face...
just keeping banging on em like this homie(echoing)
hold ya head high homie(echoing)
catch em slipping all day and night homie
aim at'dah face
geah(echoing)
my brands fly at ya head like
electrical amplified hollow point tips ripping tah drop em
let the sleepiest pick em up if they can
as no ambulance comes these ways
when you off the grid riding night mares
beep a tire print and eye witnesses
by da sound of the speakers pumping
aim at'dah face homie....
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