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HUSALAH lyrics : "Project GTA"

Yo dis is beast music for psychos and skitsy ^!$$%z
Sixty ^!$$%s apart of one mob really killaz
26's ^!$$% yes yes

Husalah kickin it with ya spend racks (*##$ and leave six ta give em
That mean the (*##$es hit em. backstreet crack the strippin
Krispy macs is rippin ^!$$%z be savvin with em.

Sav em for last and hit em. kill em!
Pump mollasses in em,
Wrap the plastic, tuck the caskets with em.

Real smooth like snitches a ask who did em.
That's where you clap, pimp! don't even slap the ^!$$%
$#&@ talkin, don't even ask the ^!$$%

Come get me I got chops and masks with us
$#&@ with it man yes, I'm just a classic ^!$$%.
In a classic caprice, ^!$$%z is plastic to me.

I come through using the bathroom my pee
I S H I T. %#@! on sukkaz.
Dump clips on sukkas.

Get rich like Tito
Knock a (*##$ like Husalah
Whippin perrito in a gs regal

Sold it to my people
For cheap yo
Skeet skirt.beep beep bam bam two


Caution, warning, man with rolo, ridin around town, poppin ^!$$%z like grand theft auto
Man.

Somebody got chopped, somebody got shot
Somebody got shot, some body got popped
Somebody got popped!

(*##$! caution warning, young man with rolo
Ridin around town poppin ^!$$%z like grand theft auto
Oh %#@!! somebody got pop, somebody got shot

Somebody got shot, somebody got shot, some body got pop!

You heard that old school song they call computer love

^!$$%s on some brand new %#@! ^!$$%z is computer thugs
Takin pictures with chops
^!$$%z new da guns

What the $#&@ you ^!$$%z know what I do to you with guns.
Blow ya face off the side of ya face.
Ridin on twenty four inch rims ^!$$% pumpin my bass.

On the thirty seven highway to getatti.
Holla at my nig with tha plug on the shotty
I'm a catch a body.

I'm a go over there and shoot somebody.
Pop him in his chest make him lose his breath
Dippin in my buick ^!$$% oh so fresh

Listenin to mob music while ya (*##$ give neck
I !@%!e dip and rock
Hit the block with chops

Make these ^!$$%z skeet skat like some !@%!e rock, cruck rock, @@#! roach
Oh %#@! I got caught up in my words
I got caught up in these birds

These (*##$ $$# ^!$$%z get served
These (*##$ $$# ^!$$%z got nerves to speak the game.
When these ^!$$%z ain't never did a damn thang ^!$$%z lose they brain.

On my part of town
And my part of soil
Hit ya face with this thang make ya face boil

350 degreez ^!$$% with ease
I dip up the block ^!$$%z is sleeze
They eatin out !@#%s. toung kissin the cunts

Doin %#@! that gangstas don't do. you should be like husalah
And step ya $#&@in game up (*##$!


Caution warning
Man with rolo
Running around the town poppin ^!$$%z like grand theft auto

Man
Somebody got pop, some body got shot,
Somebody got pop, some body got pop, some body got pop

(*##$!
Caution warning young man young man with rolo
Ridin around town poppin ^!$$%z like grand theft auto

Oh %#@!! somebody got pop, somebody got shot
Somebody got shot, somebody got shot, some body got pop!

The moral of the story is
You should try to live ya life and stay at home and raise ya kids

Cause the majority of the ^!$$%z in ya gang a snitch
When I pull up with the fifty round clip and leave yo $$# stiff
But these ^!$$%s ain't goin show up to court and testify
You know why?
Cause I'm so I'll ^!$$%z won't test a guy

They know hus is dope
They know hus is renorming
That's !@$!ed !@$!ed.
^!$$%s dun got me started
Up the block I %#@!ted on ^!$$%s

^!$$%s is farted. ^!$$%z pooded
I come through shoot it
All black with the mac with the beam on it
Green, not red
On the tip of ya face, on yea head...

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