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Leathafase
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Where's Ya Heart At
f/ INF-Black, Kawz
[Chorus:Leathafase, (INF-Black)] Show me where ya heart is at You don't want no parts of that (Drug hustle, Gun bust'n) (Niggas stop front'n, You don't want nothing) Show me where ya heart is at You don't want no parts of that (Gun bust'n, Drug hustle) (Niggas stop front'n, You don't want nothing)
[Leathafase] Ayo, It's 50/50 love, I had a grudge with God Why's my life so hard, I've been mentally scarred I done committed many sins, And I'm guilty as charged Gun on my waist, Weed by the ankle, I'm filthy in the car You keep grill'n me from far, Wanna spill me on the tar Women conceal me in the bed, They wanna feel me, I'm hard Love my heart is made of brick, Wet cement when I spit Stand in the lane of fire and get your chest plate chipped Stripped of your vital organs, A homicidal performance When I'm live on stage every page read what the Bible offers The Taurus is on, Cocked, This is never gone stop Security got foreign Chinese machine guns with the stock I'm the shotgun, The block, Your rocked on the spot Chop rock, Glock bigger then Flavor Flav's clock Your body stop, Market drop soon as the cartridge pop Leave'n enemies dropping, A feeding frenzy for the sharks
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[INF-Black] Yo, Straight out the slums, I learned new ways to get crumbs Then they turn to cake, Rising numbers, I'm on the run I'm outta state, Shake'n jake with two guns Can't conversate, How the barrel scraped your son in the staircase Stick him for his flannel, Left em pale face I'm done, Escape with your heart's wouldn't dare chase I'm laced, Guzzle Henny with the beer chase Incase, I got gotta nut heavy Good and plenty, Small waist is what I like Give it to her real good, We could do it all night For this paper I'm in the hood tell'n fiends they price Shovel'n victims for they ice in this wild life of crime Stars, Jack'n cars for a fresh pair of Nike's And the cash in the cash drawer Eat what you want nigga, You get what you ask for Forty cal hollow tips'll skip through your glass jaw Swallowing the spit, If it's war it's war
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[Kawz] I bet my hammerless thirty-eight'll set em straight Let a nigga violate, Try me I'ma catch you at a later date Ratchet in your face, Now you hesitate Stuttering your words, You fucking herbs You better get it straight Before this money leave your body in a lake Half of yalls fake how many shells from a shotty can you take Niggas survive, You'll probably run behind me and tell jake Don't remind me that he tried me or I'll punch you in the face For the cheddar leave your whole sweater lace I'm ducking the charges, They call me heartless But regardless put his ass in a better place Gave his girl mouth a better taste She a head case, All she eat is nut inside her face Front on me I got this gun up on my waist And my llama goes off, Turning dudes into barbeque sauce The obvious choice, Ride with the boys, Ride with your toys Stay with a weapon to stay on point, This is the joint
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