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* - originally appeared on Wu-Chronicles as "Lutunza Hit"
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[Myalansky]
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Let's get this money for real.
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It's time to get paid baby.
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Lutunza. All that shit.
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For real. It's planned gains.
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Just don't want no money. For real.
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Shit is real in the feel out here.
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Yeah.
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When iron spit, cats fold, infact get their life froze
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Model hit, stallion, medallion, Fedel Castro
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Cigars lit, coke sniffs got face slashed and ?raw-dick?
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Heist 20th century glock, murder with own clip
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Eighty-t along things, storm rip
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Spots, where the bricks, eight-box, jewellery?
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Empire fall quick, project legacy involved with
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Incarcerated thugs came home, so we linked, form a swarm click
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Operate extortion on some calm shit, faggot catch snitched
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Yo, tell him what happened, haven't been found since
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Two rounds from ?autopsy?, bound ?drip?
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Barely decomposed corpse, laced ?, out of town ditch
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Cheddar got me hungry, open eye's lids
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Two lies, cry, innocent die, attention is undivided
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Lives got you cryin when homicide hit
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Look them niggaz shinin, news report, no one can find him
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[Chorus: Myalansky]
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Ain't no surprise, where the funds at? Lutunza hit
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Panic or flich, get clapped, can't stand in your pants
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Thought he used his head, but he snitched
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Fat look, snatch up, duck tape him and his man and his bitch
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Eight hundred thousand dollars, damn it, we're rich
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Found dead, stallion horse head in your whip
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Tote, heist 20th century glock, guns and clips
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Run your shit, funds and bricks, lutunza hit
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[Myalansky]
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So, what's the chemistry, who ran in your spot, plannin your plot?
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Half a brick sting, Hermy Heavy, hand me the glock
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Hundred grand inside a shoebox, his man did drop
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Some weed, who popped? You know scared money stinged with a two shot
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Dirty cash shinin' next day, women get new rocks
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Flashin' big heads, Hermy in benzies bangin' Tupac
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He lay up with the wiz because it's too hot
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How the fuck them pussies try Myalansky bustin they ooh-wop?
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?Preparation verbalhands?, they want they loot butt
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He must've been a mad man, only really thugs come at ya, shoot ya
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Chase your bitch up off the road up in a ?soup-up?
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M.I.A. chick found missin' in action, never no clue, what?
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And still the beef been over too months, to gain this meal, you front
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Ones that snitch, tongues get split, readin the clip, news at six
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For funds and bricks, runnin your shit, gun at your click, lutunza hit
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[Chorus]
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[Myalansky]
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Fear type watch eyes that watch guys, wasn't smart, why?
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Holdin your clip in your slot time
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Specialize a whole sale of hot nines
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State is ill, surely pumpin coke on ?
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Locked in a frontline, cuz he was a fiend for chocolate-eyes
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Bang Marvin Gay CD let's get it on, makin a wretch cry
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Bitches that he dated wasn't dead fly
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His ugly chick Sibrina said he was hungry off lu-chi
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Shorty's way of livin took a sen-sai, he was so surprised
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Should of seen how he flinched when he got baptised
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Took him to the safe and called told him ?clap ties?
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One of his mans was throwin up cuz he panicked, slug in his left eye
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Bleedin, heard the ambulance, the cat died
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Escapin with the safe like a half of a cake, come on, yo, let's slide
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Amateurs frontin and shit, matchin in death, for funds and bricks
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Cousin was rich, lutunza hit
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[Chorus]
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Lutunza
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