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queezy_the_gangster – shook ones pt. iii كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: prodigy]
the most violent of the violentest crimes we give life to
if these queensbridge kids don’t like you
we bring drama of the worst kind of enemies
your first time will be your last earth memories
it’s only your own fault, i gave you fair warning
beware of k!ller kids who don’t care
unaware fools will be dealt with in time
it ain’t a mystery how i form the words in rhyme
in nineteen hundred and ninety square
all shook n_ggas is supposed to have fear
tryna get a piеce of this pie, we don’t sharе
prepare for the worst ’cause i been there
try to keep a positive mind and walk a straight line don’t work
so n_ggas is forced to do dirt
and god made dirt, so this dirt won’t hurt
if i listen to the lessons and the rules i learnt
on these streets for nineteen years and not leaving
my first priority’s to reach twenty one breathing
forever beef, n0body will ever be even
so i grab the heat before breezing
lost in this foul mind state i can’t keep straight thinkin’
but i keep my eyes on the earth without blinking
it’s hard to be a man in this land of the venom
any man try to front he get slugs in him
because…
[hook 1: mobb deep]
he ain’t a crook son (son)
he just a shook one (shook one)
we live the life that of diamonds and guns
and numerous ways that we choose to earn funds
some n_ggas get shot, locked down and turn nuns
cowardly hearts and straight up shook ones (shook ones)
he ain’t a crook son
he just a shook one (shook one)

[verse 2: havoc]
for every rhyme i write it’s 25 to life
to all my peoples in the bridge know what i’m talking ’bout, right
ain’t no time for hesitation, that only leads to incarceration
you don’t know me, there’s no relation
’cause queens n_ggas don’t play
i don’t got time for the he say she say i’m bigger than that
claiming that you pack a gat but you scared to get locked
once you get upon the island change your ways and stop
thirteen years in the projects of hard times i’ve lived in
wake up in the morning thank god i’m still living
sometimes i wonder do i deserve to live
or i am going to burn in h_ll for all the sh_t i did?
no time to dwell on that ’cause my brain reacts
front if you want n_gga
lay on your back, i don’t fake jacks kid
you know i bring it to you live
stay in a child’s place, kid you outta line
[verse 3: prodigy]
criminal minds thirsty for recognition mission
i’m strictly sipping e&j like got my mind flippin’
i’m bugging digging my ways out of holes by hustlin’
get that loot kid
you know my motherf_cking function
’cause long as i’m alive i’ma live illegal
and once i get on i’ma put on all my peoples
react quick, spit lyrics like macs i hit
your dome up, when i roll up
don’t be caught sleeping ’cause i’m creeping
you just a shook one

[hook 1: mobb deep]
he ain’t a crook son
he just a shook one
we live the life that of diamonds and guns
and numerous ways that we choose to earn funds
some n_ggas get shot, locked down and turn nuns
cowardly hearts and straight up shook ones (shook ones)
he ain’t a crook son
he just a shook one (shook one)
we live the life that of diamonds and guns
and numerous ways that we choose to earn funds
some n_ggas get shot, locked down and turn nuns
cowardly hearts and straight up shook ones (shook ones)
he ain’t a crook son (crook son)
he just a shook one (shook one)
[verse 4: prodigy]
i got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
you heard of us, official queensbridge murderers
the mobb comes equipped for warfare, beware
of my crime family who got ‘nough shots to share
for all of those who wanna profile and pose
rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone
you all alone in these streets, cousin
every man for they self in this land we be gunnin’
and keep them shook crews runnin’, like they supposed to
they come around, but they never come close to
i can see it inside your face, you’re in the wrong place
cowards like you just get they whole body laced up
with bullet holes and such
speak the wrong words, man, and you will get touched
you can put your whole army against my team and
i guarantee you it’ll be your very last time breathin’
your simple words just don’t move me
you’re minor, we’re major
you’re all up in the game and don’t deserve to be a player
don’t make me have to call your name out
your crew is featherweight, my gunshots’ll make you levitate
i’m only nineteen, but my mind is old
and when the things get for real, my warm heart turns cold
another n_gga deceased, another story gets told
it ain’t nothin’ really, ayo dun, spark the philly
so i can get my mind off these yellow_backed n_ggas
why they still alive? i don’t know, go figure
meanwhile back in queens the realness and foundation
if i die, i couldn’t choose a better location
when the slugs penetrate, you feel a burnin’ sensation
gettin’ closer to god in a tight situation now
take these words home and think it through
or the next rhyme i write might be about you

[chorus 1: mobb deep]
son, they shook
’cause ain’t no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look, they shook
’cause ain’t no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look
livin’ the life that of diamonds and guns
there’s numerous ways you can choose to earn funds
so some get shot, locked down, and turn nuns
cowardly hearts and straight up shook ones, shook ones
he ain’t a crook, son, he’s just a shook one

[verse 5: havoc]
for every rhyme i write it’s twenty_five to life
yo, it’s a must, in gats we trust, safeguardin’ my life
ain’t no time for hesitation, that only leads to incarceration
you don’t know me, there’s no relation
queensbridge and we don’t play
i don’t got time for your petty_thinkin’ mind
son, i’m bigger than those
claimin’ that you pack heat, but you’re scared to hold
and once the smoke clears, you’ll be left with one in your dome
thirteen years in the projects—my mentality is what, kid?
you talk a good one, but you don’t want it
sometimes i wonder, do i deserve to live?
or am i gonna burn in h_ll for all the things i did?
no time to dwell on that, ’cause my brain reacts
front if you want, kid, lay on your back
i don’t fake jax, kid, you know i bring it to you live
stay in a child’s place, kid, you out of line
criminal minds thirsty for recognition
i’m sippin’, e&j got my mind flippin’
i’m buggin’, diggin’ my ways out of holes by hustlin’
get that loot, kid, you know my function
’cause long as i’m alive, i’ma live illegal
and once i get on, i’ma put on all my peoples
react quick, spit lyrics like macs, i hit your dome up
when i roll up, don’t be caught sleepin’, ’cause i’m creepin’

[chorus 1: mobb deep]
son, they shook
’cause ain’t no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look, they shook
’cause ain’t no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look, they shook
(we live the life that of diamonds)
’cause ain’t no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look, they shook
’cause ain’t no such things as halfway crooks
livin’ the life that of diamonds and guns
there’s numerous ways you can choose to earn funds
so some get shot, locked down, and turn nuns
cowardly hearts and straight up shook ones, shook ones
he ain’t a crook, son, he’s just a shook one

[verse 6: havoc]
yo, as i look to the sky and ask god why he put me here
i know why {_god_} to have you cowards shook {_d_mn_} runnin with fear
see that glare in my eyes and my focus clear (uh_huh)
i’m that head coach, benchin you rookies and fake players
only spit, collector’s edition sh_t
so in a few years it’ll be ten times what you spent
when n_ggas claim they movin that weight, knowin they lyin
my n_ggas put more drugs on the block than pfizer
all you n_ggas on the d_ck, little secret admirers
let it out… baby girl, don’t be ashamed
when you shorty run the choo_choo train
have her sippin the deuce_deuce dame, mobb and the group remains
from the stain i was down for the game
never went against grain, and never let a b_tch borrow my chain
from day one, to the micro_pain
up inside these veins is dat real n_gga, ain’t sh_t changed

[hook 2: mobb deep]
dem n_ggas shook, cause ain’t no such thing as halfway gangstas
n_gga got bumped and ain’t look
n_ggas shook, cause ain’t no such thing as halfway gangstas
n_gga got bumped and ain’t look
n_ggas caught up in the gliss’ and the glamour
and then got’ sleep with the hammer, let somebody tell you different
and that ass will, die for (?)poor grammar(?)
f_ck around if you wanna, i don’t think you coward heart got the stamina

[verse 7: prodigy]
i had (?)claudette all tense(?), p_ssy sore for days
i’d rather, beat my d_ck than go the r. kelly way
i’d take felice for nine and a half weeks
fill it back, pourin henny on her ass cheeks
i f_cked missy in that lamborghini
give foxy the ecstasy without the pill, see me
i give alicia keys quickie while she on tour
nuttin’ but _gangsta love_, then i take a flight home
i told lice’ she need to bark at me
so i can, k!ll her with the collar and the leash
sh_t i got plans, i need to get in touch with stacie dash
cause she doesn’t have a clue what she missin over here
scratch jenny lo’ itch, whenever ben ain’t there
i have whitney doin lines off my d_ck, you hear?
throw trina big fattie in a wheelchair, f_ck dreamin
p and them is doin this for real

[verse 8: dax]
never been one for the fame, it doesn’t satisfy
my wicked thoughts pen verses that are classified
90% of what you hear for me is watered down, thoughts of my own because the real need alibis
and not one of you would save me if i get a case
your validation ain’t gon’ pay or keep my family straight
so i don’t care about your politics or deep state
just be glad my music doesn’t boost your cities murder rate
i’m ground breaking but was never shaken
the path i paved exists without mainstream validation
the main ones who stream my music don’t live in comment sections where the narrative is concentrated
on what i’m making or the lifestyle that i’m portraying
that i can’t afford and would probably lead to tax evasion
so when you see me rocking vans and the same jeans and expect more, close your eyes and just use your imagination
don’t live vicariously through me
i shop at walmart, target and the jeans is from zumiez
the role i model isn’t one you gotta follow, i am not an advocate for turning life into a movie
i’m a real person
and i don’t make my f_cking music for the circus
or the sheep who are p_ssy and not assertive
my intro versions climax, when they grab my book try to read it and do it a disservice
this a new chapter
this is 5 years later from a rookie to a master
advancement in my vernacular
bleeds truth, sucks the fake right out of ya
n0body does it better and yes i count dracula
smacking ya with the hand of god my word flips religiously turn cheeks and improve your cardiovascular ’cause n_ggas gotta run my tracks back a mile
4 minutes the minimum unless you’re roger bannister
i wonder when they going to let the real back
rhyme and poetry, definition of real rap
storytelling the whole nine i mean that so many lines the content would make a fiend crack
overdose, lean back
to b major ya have to c flat
scale your rhymes before the schemes crash
i’ll never minor ’cause i’ve seen cash
they cedes mad cheap i benz ridin’ a e class
out in canada in the mountains with a ski mask with more snow bunnies than vince carter in knee pads
and these people don’t see that i’m bringing more hits than muhammad ali on a speed bag
blow out both ya knee caps ya
physical therapies needed when dax kicking this ice cold
or heat pads will have to be applied where your feet at
you getting stiff off the realness
you needa strech
societies obsess everything right_left
saying dax ain’t nice is politically incorrect
i’m judicial
too official to play second fiddle
they kamikaze your content
suicidal their bomb threats, wage war divine winds blow concepts
i see the vision, they tri_and_angle division keep ya circle small
they’ll wreck_and_tangle ya prism
off of copyright and call it infringement
then 360 you into a cute to play ya position
and that’s the definition of being in music business
i’m a warrior
straight descendant
imperial regimes is what i studied to bend this
time from a warped romanesque_collective where they rule, conquer, and con_descendants
they’re condescending
i’m hard but i’m hardly mentioned
in a period that got no sentence
so when the pair_graphs with my life ascension
my peaks get labeled as total vengeance
my pen is endless
and not to mention i’m demented watch how the beats molested chopped and screwed into perfect sections
then reflected back in f_cked direction of society that lacks connections
sms my texts a threat to bill address these bars collect your inner_nets and web schemes that oppress on b_ttons that free_domes like it’s malcom x
i’m not civil, i write
for the people i fight
i go hard ’cause these songs could be saving a life
every night, every line, every time, i speak my mind
there’s a chance i stop someone from dying
and stop someone from crying
or committing a crime
whenever they’re outta place
i’m helping them realign, combine
find someone they can confide in every time
speak words that motivate and get them back on the grind
and shine lifes divine
why waste time inside ya mind
climb to heights that so high you might have to fly
it’s dax

[verse 9: j. cole]
momma i came up
cold as h_ll in new york but i flame up
straight up out that dirty type of sh_t you cannot clean up
a dollar and a dream the only things i had to bring up
now any n_gga out there gunning for me gotta aim up
say what, n_ggas ask me what the ville be like
just tell em that it’s real, hoping that they me feel me, right
i’m so bright i close my eyes and i can still see light
i’m so live you motherf_ckers gotta k!ll me twice
man, i promise i’m murdering classics, paying my homage
the fifteenth of the month and i’m just now paying mohammed
said the rent’s due on the first, but he don’t know the sh_t
i been through and it hurts, can’t wait to blow
yeah, i think about heaven sometimes, can’t wait to go
if it’s real will i even get in, i ain’t fo’ sure
’cause i’ve been sinning
getting bent it’s been a minute since i been
up in a church
only time is when my friend up in a he_rs_
lord, i’m praying for my momma
i just went up in her purse
not to steal
all i saw was some bills and not a dollar
in sight
it’s time she lived a more desirable life
i’m chasing money
and dreams only god got the means to take em from me
i scheme while i’m riding through queens
i ain’t no dummy
a fayettenam repper ’til the day i’m gone
n_gga get your weight up all the way up if you hating on me
cause boy i might pray but ain’t no preying on me
i’m hot like satan just laying on me
so when you get to h_ll you can say you know me
i said i might pray but ain’t no preying on me
so when you get to h_ll, you can say you know me

[verse 10: juice wrld]
uhuh uh uhuh uh oh
ain’t no such thing as half way
ain’t no such thing as half way
ain’t no such thing as half way gangsters
you in them hallways, you ain’t in the streets
n_ggas really thinking that it’s cool to make beef
and become enemies of enemies
how come all of my enemies was friends to me
how come all my enemies is frienemies
how come all my enemies is blind
i catch ’em lackin’ and k!ll ’em before i read all they energy
i guess that’s my energy
i don’t know whats gotten’ into me
i’m kinda f_cked up, well at least mentally
physically i’m richer than a b_tch, who i’m meant to be
i’m up in london gettin’ in bustin’
head like concussion
run up that’s okay i swear to god that its nothin’
all these n_ggas be beefin’ really they bluffin’
i’ma change the money like it’s a subject
thinkin’ nothin’ of it
f_ckin’ b_tches in public
callin’ a ruckers
causin’ a ruckus
i’m a boondock n_gga
i’m feelin’ like uncle ruckus
off the dome when i’m kickin’
freestyle i don’t do the writtens
i don’t f_ck with cats, so i be beatin’ up the kitten
i don’t f_ck with scr_ppin’ so i’m grippin’ on that smith and
if you want it come and get it, sixty shots in sixty seconds
had to k!ll ’em in a minute
my flow is intimate, white it out like it’s eminem
really i keep on k!llin’, my bars are really intricate
man, i love it when i spit heat
these n_ggas think that they can get me, they can’t get me
you rich than a b_tch, h_ll nah n_gga convince me
i leave that n_gga cooked up like mincemeat
i use his head as a centerpiece
i get duff and clinton money like my name hilary
i spit like i’m on a ministry
you run up on me i’m k!llin’
my choppa’ on me, that’s my mini_me (uhha yeah)
that’s my mini_me
i keep it in the trunk of the beemer that’s where its ‘posed to be
that’s where its meant to be, that’s where i’m meant to be
uh uh, hold on
let me catch my vibe
f_ck your b_tch be mad if she blow my high
suck my d_ck in a f_ckin’ suicide
after that catch a drift and commit suicide
xanny and the percy i’m a whole different person
even if i’m high as f_ck, i’m in the studio working
ball like julius erving, f_ck with me you hit the curb
curb stomp a n_gga before he could say a word
yeah, and that’s on my life
you lookin’ for my son, i’ll put that in your wife
you run up, that’s okay, i got my .45
it’s a fifty up in it, shoot his ass forty times
i gave my choppa a titty, that b_tch busty
these n_ggas talking stupid, they crusty
smoking on the stank sh_t, musty
real ass n_gga sh_t i must be, (huh yeah)
sh_t i must be
pull up on the scene, that’s just me
i don’t need a team but i got two teams
i don’t sip green, i just sip red lean
double cup filled up got me stumblin’
flippin’ the work up, its jesse white tumblin’
i got the sack i called a player i ain’t fumblin’
i shoot his ass then he crawled a car under it
ill blow up, c4’s i may just detour (huh)
pull up on ’em like ooh
hold on let me catch this b_tch
finna’ give ’em uh
back on spittin’ the crack ho
full of sh_t they call me a assh0l_
shy? h_ll no just a little bashful
brick h_ll yeah, got a little cash flow
i spent a hunnid k within a month
i spent fifty k on a blunt
you ain’t smokin’ what i’m smokin’ lil’ boy
big loud, your sh_t makin’ no noise
real n_gga, they a bunch of decoys
run up on me then they gettin’ destroyed
who the f_ck brought in these boys
who the f_ck tottin’ all these toys
thirty and that .40 make ’em act up
kinda like a cha_cha slide he back up
pourin’ that in the back of the truck
with a b_tch that like to act up
i still get my d_ck sucked
i don’t spit lines, i still got pick up
the truck got pick up, your b_tch get picked up
i still get my d_ck sucked
we and westwood lit as a b_tch
i give a sh_t i’m a hit
i hit the b_tch then i’m gone
i hit that b_tch like the l!ck
i tell that b_tch suck a d_ck
i tell her swallow my kids
i tell her swallow the jizz
hopefully she get the gist
the word play is way better than these other n_ggas
i’m so smooth i could prolly f_ck your mother n_gga
after that i may just double back and hit yo’ babysitter
in the paint like shaquille o’neal cause i babied n_ggas
shake it up like earthquakes lil’ haiti n_gga
i’m not on xbox, nah, you can’t play me n_gga
4:44 my gun like jay_z
huh ahuh this n_gga crazy
lookin’ at my dad like “you made me?”
b_tch, i made myself, is you crazy? (uuf)
is you crazy? you couldn’t pay me to say that
n_gga couldn’t pay me
uh uhuh uh
i wanna keep goin’ on this b_tch
uhuh uh uhuh uh
uhuh uhuh uh
westwood type sh_t
i remember growin’ up watchin’ westwood freestyles
thinkin’ i would be here one day
i use to hope for it, dream for it, wish for it, pray for it
look what happened on a f_ckin’ sunday
i pull up on ’em like makonnen and drake with the choppa’
’cause the club goin’ up on a tuesday
it’s 2012 and this glock when i up it you a mayan
i’ma end yo sh_t this is doomsday (oo)
yeah, and that’s some wordplay and this what i say
i keep it three k like my name andre (uh yea)
and this some wordplay, and this some wordplay
this some uh, this some uh, this some uh, this some
yeah, yeah, yeah
i don’t wanna feel it if the feelin’ is real
i’m matrix when i pop these xannies, that’s a limitless pill
i’m dying to live
f_ck it i’ma live it again
yo girl gave up the p_ssy, she gon’ give it again
and the crib prolly’ hittin’ her friends
gettin’ it in, money in my pockets that i’m willin’ to spend
at the door, knock knock, please lettin’ ’em in
i ball like a letterman hotter than a sweater then
pull up on the scene choppa’ on me, the beretta twin
and your head like barrettes make you shake like tourettes
run up on me leave you left
matter fact intercept, take a sec
breaking bad with this sh_t, crystal meth
freestyle off the dome, i don’t write, too exciting
told you i’m the man and these hoes really like it
my b_tch strapped up but no she not dyking
run up that’s okay you gone die from the fire
.40 on my hip boy i don’t live a lie
treat you like you christ, with the sh_t crucified (huh)
yeah you get crucified
i don’t f_ck with sh_t so i ain’t gettin’ scrutinized
i’m high as a b_tch
i’m fly as a b_tch
you girl, gon’ f_ck her she goin’ bye in the b_tch
run up on me, that’s okay, cause you gon’ die in the b_tch
cl!ck clack pow pow, homicide in the b_tch
freestyle off the dome i won’t lie in this b_tch
f_ck a pen and a pencil i won’t write in this b_tch
feel like the buddha or something
i’m enlightened and sh_t
feel like i’m lightning or something
how i’m strikin’ and sh_t
off the dome when i’m kickin’ and spittin’ the flows ho
pull up on the scene freeze it, i call it a snowglobe
matter fact i’m on cold and colder than ozone
colder than frozone, colder than ozone
i freeze up the ozone
walkin’ yo hoes home, my d_ck in yo hoes dome
f_ck is you on
i’am chillin’ in the green like a bunch of croutons
gettin’ top from a bad b_tch on a futon
i remember days i used to skip school to crack cars
and crack bars and went too far off the xan bars
i forgot them days, i still remember em
my life is so cold, sometimes i december it
then again it switches up to the point where i ember it
hot and these n_ggas be jealous, see how they envy it
pull up on the scene, my choppa’ too close to me
i guess our relationships intimate
i close my eyes so i can lock in
tourist with the glizzy, i call her the glock twin
try the judge a n_gga, i told ’em they cochran
i won’t f_ck the b_tch but she wanted my c_ck in
i pull up to the scene my head is noddin’
off the lean chillin’, i’m speaker knockin’
rest in peace man, that sh_t was horrible (uh)
look at that b_tch, her ass adorable (uh)
i just made explorer, i feel like dora ho (uh)
i was on the scene spittin’ metaphoricals (uh)
what i said in that one song
a black black, a white b_tch, a black b_tch
that’s a oreo (uh)
got the sh_t sealed like a f_ckin’ envelope (uh)
pull up on the scene with the choppa’ let it go (uh)
i’ma hunt ’em down like his ass a antelope (uh)
tote cold with the ice it’s a eskimo (uh uh uh)
had to let ’em know (uh)
load it up, i let it breath, i let it go (uh)
f_cked the b_tch, i let it be, i let her go (uh)
uhuh uhh

[verse 11: eminem]
now, everybody from the 313
put your motherf_ckin’ hands up and follow me!
everybody from the 313
put your motherf_ckin’ hands up! look, look
now, while he stands tough
notice that this man did not have his hands up
this free world’s got you gassed up
now, who’s afraid of the big bad wolf?
one, two, three, and to the four
one pac, two pac, three pac, four
four pac, three pac, two pac, one
you’re pac, he’s pac, no pac, none
this guy ain’t no motherf_ckin’ mc
i know everything he’s ’bout to say against me
i am white, i am a f_cking bum
i do live in a trailer with my mom
my boy future is an uncle tom
i do got a dumb friend named cheddar bob
who shoots himself in his leg with his own gun
i did get jumped by all six of you chumps
and wink did f_ck my girl
i’m still standin’ here screaming, “f_ck the free world!”
don’t ever try to judge me, dude
you don’t know what the f_ck i’ve been through
but i know something about you
you went to cranbrook, that’s a private school
what’s the matter, dawg? you embarrassed?
this guy’s a gangster? his real name’s clarence
and clarence lives at home with both parents
and clarence’ parents have a real good marriage
this guy don’t wanna battle, he’s shook
’cause ain’t no such things as halfway crooks
he’s scared to death, he’s scared to look
at his f_cking yearbook; f_ck cranbrook!
f_ck a beat, i’ll go a cappella
f_ck a papa doc, f_ck a clock, f_ck a trailer
f_ck everybody! f_ck y’all if you doubt me!
i’m a piece of f_cking white trash, i say it proudly
and f_ck this battle, i don’t wanna win, i’m outtie
here, tell these people something they don’t know about me

[verse 12: queezy_the_gangster]
this my comeback_
to this rap game, i left for a minute but, now i’m coming back
i could start freestyling but imma let the dj spin it
left to let some people get on top but it’s queezy turn to win it
high school rappers saying that they god, b_tch, i been it
you could write a diss on me and i’ll attack you from within it
i know for a long time i left some songs unfinished
queezy came back now, tag, but b_tch, i’m still it
this album is what the fans tryna solicit_
y’all kept asking me to come back, “just make a visit_
back to the game, it doesn’t matter how explicit_
you get with the lyrics, just please listen to your spirit”
i’m back and now y’all grumpy because i ain’t wearing jewelry
back up b_tches, ‘fore queezy’s vampire brewery_
making drinks out of blood, emo sh_t came out brutally
not talking about the gang i used to hang with before the school started suing me
for you to ask for something and be mad when you get it is some foolery
this country kid called me a girl when the only p_rn he gets is his mom’s old nudities
threatened to jump me again, what’s next? you run the whole community?!

[chorus 2: queezy_the_gangster]
there’s not such thing as half way crooks
derek’s in shock, he’s mad, he’s shook
time for this f_ggot with a mullet to open a book
i wanna open for mgk and play the drums with rook
but right now, i’m writing to make these wanna_be crooks_
scared of my ability, they act tough until they shook

[outro: queezy_the_gangster]
alright i’m done here
made this song the best i possibly could
rest in peace carlos robert morales
queezy music entertainment

- queezy_the_gangster

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