Married to My Enemies

Pipe that shit up, TnT
 Lezter, you going crazy
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 I'm married to my enemies, 'til death do us apart
 When I shoot, I hope I shoot right through your heart
 Cannot take niggas seriously
 I'm still posted up on my boulevard
 Run up on me, I'ma pop you with this rod
 Might catch another felony
 Send a hundred shots through your car
 New opp pack, roll him up in my cigar
 Look what the streets done did to me
 Got me thinkin' that the world flawed
 Can't trust nobody might bulletproof all my cars
 Can't trust nobody, swing the stick like a guitar
 Run up on me, I'ma send his ass to Allah
 Run up on me, he dead and that's on God, nigga
 I was up a hundred K, still tryna rob niggas
 They wanna see me eat so I'ma starve niggas
 Twenty six, thirteen six, I came with mop niggas
 I got ties, ain't tellin' no eyes
 They still popped that guy from the other side
 Took the nigga life, and he still ain't slide
 Still ain't right even though they died, ayy, ayy
 He said it's beef, and we left him fried, broad day
 These partners traumatized, tear up in they momma's eyes
 Up the rate on the homicide, man the news got televised
 I'm married to my enemies, 'til death do us apart
 When I shoot, I hope I shoot right through your heart
 Cannot take niggas seriously
 I'm still posted up on my boulevard
 Run up on me, I'ma pop you with this rod
 Might catch another felony
 Send a hundred shots through your car
 New opp pack, roll him up in my cigar
 Look what the streets done did to me
 Got me thinkin' that the world flawed
 Can't trust nobody might bulletproof all my cars
 Me and Jackboy on some soldier shit
 That pressure hit I bet blow this bitch
 I bet I get who I'm supposed to get
 We can't speak on no one but us
 I can't vouch for no one but me
 Play then we gon' smoke em like runtz
 Throw him in the dirt like a seed
 Aye where I'm from gotta clutch your heater
 Grew up so fast I could've fucked my teacher (real shit, aye)
 Killers 'round me but I gotta strap myself 'cause I don't trust them either
 Sometimes yo' people ain't yo' people, you hear me?
 I tried to move my granny, she don't wanna leave her block
 So I can't go and visit grandma without a few hunnid shots
 Without a few hunnid Glocks
 Please don't think we bought the box
 Please don't think you that you gon' fuck with me or mines and don't get popped nigga
 I'm married to my enemies, 'til death do us apart
 When I shoot, I hope I shoot right through your heart
 Cannot take niggas seriously
 I'm still posted up on my boulevard
 Run up on me, I'ma pop you with this rod
 Might catch another felony
 Send a hundred shots through your car
 New opp pack, roll him up in my cigar
 Look what the streets done did to me
 Got me thinkin' that the world flawed
 Can't trust nobody might bulletproof all my cars