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Chris Brown

"Man Down"

[Intro]
Everything foreign, n***a

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
All I hear is gunshots (Bang, bang)
Up and down my block (Yeah, ow!)
It don't never stop (Ow!)
Either you in or out
I see the paramedics, news cameras, police choppers
Man down, but they don't know who shot 'em
It's lookin' like The Walking Dead, zombies
Everyday a n***a D.I.E
If anybody scared, f**k from 'round me
If you ain't with the bid'ness, get the f**k from 'round me

[Verse 1: YBN Nahmir]
Slide down on my n***as on tip (Raah!)
30 shots they gon' go through your whip (Hits)
I'm the man, smokin' n***a like a zip
Then turn around and I f**k on his b*t*h (Bop, bop, bop, bop)
I gotta keep movin', keep one in the Ruger (Ayy)
Bullets hot, they gon' hit your medulla (Yeah)
I'm chasin' the sack, gotta get to the safe
By any means, gotta get that moolah (Bop, bop, bop, bop)
It's gun shots erywhere so, boy, you better hide (You finna hide)
If Breezy say it's f**k you, so you know I'm finna slide (Watch me slide)
Watch me do that walk up, you seen that pole, now he surprised
Hollow tips gon' hit 'em then I'm hoppin' in that ride (Bop, bop, bop, bop)
Say the people took my brother, so I'm screamin', "f**k the feds" (Boom)
I rather keep that blower 'fore my mama see me dead
If a n***a run up on me, I'ma fill him up with lead (Raah!)
.223's hit his body, pop a n***a like some mints
If I ever hit a lick then you know I'm breakin' bread (I'm breakin' bread)
n***as snitchin' to the cops, they be talkin' to the feds
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