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 5 gun shots 2 da  head ........ once again the heavy hitter , choppers  spitn -he's moms trippen, da blood is red just like he's head (hear comes da dead).    hear i com da girls running .......the niggas hidden  i think they scared..... uh oh ooo- the da bullet hit em hes mama scared   her son is dyn  hear comes the lights he tries 2 run  bang  ......the flash caught him da nigga dead

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