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Fiend - Going Out With A Blast lyrics
[Fiend]
 Gotta go, cause if I gotta go
 I know I gotta go, but I'm goin out with a blast
 (goin out with a what)
 Chorus
 Goin out with a blast, to tells buck a buck a!
 Murder on my mind motherfucker, so fuck ya x2
 I'm on the run with identical guns, murder in the first
 Preaching, smilin making money cause my gun, haters disperse
 What's the worst that can happen to capital F-I
 I might die but goin to try, see, cause stakes is my right eye
 Believe is shooting the automatic collecting recieving all the cabbage
 Was my advantage, have you forgot I'm the baddest, baddest
 The crowd involve my men, nine milla cheater meter
 As my brain tissue, hard pauses and ass eater
 Welcome to the edition of bullets splitting and ass kicking
 My mission to glisten a for every writtion rendition
 What's my living, is for giving, the fiends sellen tryin to rock it
 And my logic the prophet, and if she like it
 you get dropped stop it, jock it
 As my sad ass asks back for the cash
 Tell me, how many players goin out my nigga
Chorus x3Fiend - Going Out With A Blast - http://motolyrics.com/fiend/going-out-with-a-blast-lyrics.html
 You niggas a bunch of young bucks with young luck so what the fuck
 My bitches talk glare, and them hoes aint stuck bro
 Already cause of me, NOPD on it
 Helecopter, so I had to holler at P to get the chopper
 Proper, hollered at a popper from that third
 A crazy bitch I'll B.O., but deep a nigga won't earn
 Word, you ain't heard, this nigga kinda fed up
 Pressure, to my head up, till I pop a dead up
 Let up, the whole block smoked out like woodstock
 If you good you would not plot and get chopped
 Mine from the cocked glock, as it was a hum
 From two things I can't control are my cum and my gun
Chorus x2
 Leave his life for me, and I'm a make sure his ass goin suffer
 Heard he was a fed, I'm a blow off both of his colors
 He'd ???? war of my mother, man, I wish I could duck it
 But fuck it, I didn't know I snorted past my budget
 This life, I'm a rush it, dead cope with the bang
 Cause ne'er a motherfucker did a damn thing where I hang
 Chorus x4
 Fiend Going Out With A Blast










