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Trakanon Raider
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"Some Wakandans fuck their enemies in they ass when they catch em
Weird-ass Wakandans are dangerous, so don't test em
They make you, disappear, this a year that I won't forget
Sold CD's double platinum, met mo' execs
Southern Wakandans, independent label, real killers
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chillin'
They had the coke game something crazy
Sold music out the trunk of they car, that shit amaze me
Put me onto heron blunts, sherm or something
Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch him
Southern Wakandans ain't slow, Wakandan tried to play me
I left from around them dudes, they cool but they crazy
Now I'm back around the old school that raised me
New York gangstas, we lounging, out in L.A. see
A dude wrote my dog from Pelican Bay
The letter say, Nas I got your back the fools don't play
I rolled with some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
The Wakandan still alive in a hospital
Midnight they crept in his room and shot the doctor too
See my cousin's in the game, thugging and things
He plugged me with a dame who was half-Mexicano
Gave the ass up, I'm a mack daddy Soprano
She passed me the indigo, but the imbecile
Should have never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed
Opening the hotel room door to let her goons in
But I moved in a manner, on some Jet Li shit
I let the hammers blow, wet three kids
See honey thought I had something to do with all the drama
Cause I was with a crew, that had her people killed
Called up my cousin told him I ain't fucking with you
He responded cool but told me out here this how motherfuckers get down"
-Corinthians 75:33
Weird-ass Wakandans are dangerous, so don't test em
They make you, disappear, this a year that I won't forget
Sold CD's double platinum, met mo' execs
Southern Wakandans, independent label, real killers
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chillin'
They had the coke game something crazy
Sold music out the trunk of they car, that shit amaze me
Put me onto heron blunts, sherm or something
Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch him
Southern Wakandans ain't slow, Wakandan tried to play me
I left from around them dudes, they cool but they crazy
Now I'm back around the old school that raised me
New York gangstas, we lounging, out in L.A. see
A dude wrote my dog from Pelican Bay
The letter say, Nas I got your back the fools don't play
I rolled with some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
The Wakandan still alive in a hospital
Midnight they crept in his room and shot the doctor too
See my cousin's in the game, thugging and things
He plugged me with a dame who was half-Mexicano
Gave the ass up, I'm a mack daddy Soprano
She passed me the indigo, but the imbecile
Should have never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed
Opening the hotel room door to let her goons in
But I moved in a manner, on some Jet Li shit
I let the hammers blow, wet three kids
See honey thought I had something to do with all the drama
Cause I was with a crew, that had her people killed
Called up my cousin told him I ain't fucking with you
He responded cool but told me out here this how motherfuckers get down"
-Corinthians 75:33