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When I come thru ya set i spray ya with the tec wing man on the side hit ya ass with that vet we ain't playin. thats the way we do it. Ya Lifes On The Line.If we get into it. now i don't need ''shooters'' for hire i'm confident in my aim, from the shadows fire flashes and ya hear the clip empty bullets rip thru ya head son now ya ass done.i'm unstable but i'm focused on that trigger, asi hit ya ass up .now ya laid out body's become bones.6ft underneath an engraved tombstone. it's the end of you your nothing but A memory nobody knows who done it so ya'll niggas can't get rid of me when deal'in death man i'm the like an ''Assassin'' stealth is my home it's over and done .As ya soul struggles to move on.