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Lump Your Head

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Boy you better put a lid on it

You don't know what it's like
To get your head lumped in
You keep flapping those gums
Like you the boss
You should check your chin
Oh no you don't know what it's like
To get your head lumped in
You keep flapping those gums
But just when I'm wrong
Cause you don't want none

Let me take you back
So back in time
And make the front page news
Livin lives of crime
Cause your grand mood shined
Outlaws to be exact
We're getting something new
And we never turned back
6 shots, point blank
Aimin at your face
Imma quick draw
Then I'm gone without a trace
And I'll rob a bank
While chee and steal
Derail a fuckin train
Cause you know that I will
You need to pay your dues
And get cement shoes
And we're still on the run
The most ruthless crew

You don't know what it's like
To get your head lumped in
You keep flappin those gums
Like you the boss
You should check your chin
Oh no you don't know what it's like
To get your head lumped in
You keep flappin those gums
But just when I'm wrong
Cause you don't want none


I'm a heart break kid
I'm a stick up kid
Bang. bang
Tommy gun
You's a punk ass bitch
Knocked out
One punch
Like a superhero
Banged up. craped out
Now your back to zero
Boom. bing. pow.
King kong do doubt
If you blow a mission
Imma have to dry you out
You can make it up
The deets train off of the ground
Imma switch plates
Shake it you know how
Work gets around
All bets are in
I see you roll the dice
Looks like another 7
It's the end of your life

You don't know what it's like
To get your head lumped in
You keep flappin those gums
Like you the boss
You should check your chin oh
You don't know what it's like
To get your head lumped in
You keep flappin those gums
But just when I'm wrong
Cause you don't want none

It's no matter
Just a matter of time
It don't matter to 3
It aint no matter of mine
If you keep your mouth shut
Then you'll be just fine
If you keep running gums
You better look out behind
I see U N to the D E A D
You got the full clip
It's just cockin empty
Your the cock of the walk
But you walk too far
Now your cock's on the block
Of the boulevard
I'm the J O H to the N Y 3 T
You lucky you ain't dead
If you know they sent me

You don't know what it's like
To get your head lumped in
You keep flappin those gums
Like you the boss
You should check your chin oh
You don't know what it's like
To get your head lumped in
You keep flappin those gums
But just when I'm wrong
Cause you don't want none

U N to the D E A D
You got your fist raised
But your legs are shaking
U N to the D E A D
You know that I'm the shit
That's why you tryin to take me
We can go around the corner
I aint catchin a case
This will all be over quick
Imma do what it takes
So your betting all you want
But never sneak out of place
Or imma roll your ass up
And smack the lips off your face
You better not run
Cause my bullets are faster
I'd never really hit a bitch
So I'm gonna smack ya
This wont even be a fight
Cause I'm knockin her out
And your nicknamed dick
So keep it out of your mouth
U N to the D E A D
Better be known
We do this shit on a daily
U N to the D E A D
No thanks
Still servin you baby

Compositores: George Don Gilmore (440 Magnum), Jorel Decker, George Arthur Ragan, Jordon Kristopher Terrell, Dylan Peter Alvarez (Funny Man), Matthew Alexis Busek (Kurlzz da), Daniel Murillo
ECAD: Obra #5250033

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