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Guns Up Test My Will

faith a test of will but it's too late it's too late, too late for me it's too late, time broke with my hope another day my blood runs cold stuck at

, my chick hood My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she could My, my chick bad, better, better than yours My, my chick bad, better, better than yours My, my, my

stymie to fly that hiney Buy me keys, to my Benz and my Coupe Like Jay and Run and D.M.C.'s, that's the name of my group (now speed it up) Beat to the

the first to feel the heat To see how much we got, we got Pull it up, sit up, get up and count up your money Before it all gets spent up and you wanna

won't get caught up brought up Outta the cut wit sawed off sawed up Nigga that brought that pap pap Every time wit gal up yall up started This

, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock Pop, pop givin' up

you, the call is yours I was determined My niggaz out will burn and chew you Spit you out, like a shot from a German Luger Now who want it, test my peoples

at? I got my two guns, I came to scoop ones A down ass bitch and she down to click Got a nice little hooptie that I get around with And my plan is not

, they under my rubble Clone motherfuckers, always the villain, like the hubble Fuck your bubble, I bust them shits Plaques and shit, grab my dick, spit these hits All, my