.I'm sick of all the rumors
Gun smoke, son choke, the Heimlich Maneuver>
The nine spit, the Ruger, the prints is wiped
And then thrown into the drain 'cause the game played right
I'd rather box, but I'll shoot your ass
King leader, say, "Do it," and niggas do it fast
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