Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!

You heard the verdict n***a, just another murder n***a
They want my energy but they don't want my birdies n***a
They want my hold chains, my [?], my pesos, my wu-tang, my new slang
I know you wanna touch my braids hoe
Live from the land with the

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[Chorus]