Mugs

Sunday dinner, at the food table
But we passing joints
I break records, ima legend Dropping 81
The golden child
The silver teeth with the dreads Down
I'm black and proud they hate it
They wanna gun me down
Trust issues 'cause jesus got cross
By his favorite ones
The silent muzzle on the barrel
Sounding like a laser gun
Now it's tomato sauce on the Room floor
Taco shells ringing
When you hear them shells hit The floor
Now we picking up the all Lettuce
All black beretta's
Leave yo whole set headless
The same nigga that you Creeping
Is carrying the big chrome
Is peeling nigga domes off
Now your roof gone
Mom's told me not to trust these Niggas
Shorty shotgun taller than Muggsy bo
Standing on 20 figures



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Writer(s): Chastin Strong
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