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GSS Yaa Seee
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THE OUTFIT GSS
THE OUTFIT GSS
THE OUTFIT GSS
Res Judicata
GSS get em ROOF


Attrition, that's my name
Man I ain't ****in' playin'
I mooove on you wit' that Mac man (Mac man)
Come up off a cit,
And I blow up your ship
Figs hit your face n go out your back man (back man)
See me I put in work, man I been doin' dirt
For so long script kiddies get laid out (laid out)
Suckas run through my crib, to holla at the Res
That's when I start bringin' them thangs out (thangs out)
Then we go through the Grid, hangin' up out the whip
Dumpin' Macs off at they whole clique man (clique man)
When witnesses around, they know how we get down
So when the Feds come they ain't see **** man (**** man)
My soldiers slangin' 'figs, photons, ore, in lag even man
Come through the hood and you can cop that (cop that)
I'm sittin' on some change, Attrition got the game
Come through here scriptin' you get popped at (popped at)

ROOF

I love to pump smack, love to stay strapped
Love to squeeze macros but you don't hear me though-- ROOF
I love to hit the block, I love my two P-locks
Love to burst shots but you don't hear me though-- ROOF


I came in this game knowin' clique gon' hate me
Just for the simple fact they know that I'm a rival' (rival')
I got a hell of a aim, I keep on tellin' ya man
I swear ain't nobody gon' find ya (find ya)
When I get lifted I'm tempted to tear your ship up
Your scripters can't run cause I'm behind ya (behind ya)
Me and Fearme in your cit wit' a couple IDC's
You better stay in line bro' (in line bro')
Cause if we walk it we talk it, you know we'll Power up and pop it
I love the sound of quazars (quazars)
Right now we smackin' 'em wit' platinum
And they hate it cause we made it, that's what we keep that eye for (that eye for)
I represent it cause I'm in it, GSS until you finished
Script Kiddies, they can't stop us
And I admit it, I live it
I'll knock a trada off his pivot wit dis mother****in choppa


I love to pump smack, love to stay strapped
Love to squeeze macs but you don't hear me though ROOF
I love to hit the GRID, I love my two P-locks
Love to burst shots but you don't hear me though ROOF
I love to pump smack, love to stay strapped
Love to squeeze macs but you don't hear me though ROOF
I love to hit the GRID, I love my two P-locks
Love to burst shots but you don't hear me though ROOF


My twenty-buttons spinnin', you always see me grining'
And you hear da clique call me grimey (grimey)
They hit me wit' them sticks, and I ain't pay 'em ****
I'm outta town, they can't find me (find me)
When I come back around, man I'ma back 'em down
I run up bustin' that Mac mayn (Mac mayn)
If you ain't got a cit, and you can't ****in' run
My advice is you cby man (cby man)
But if you get away and come back another day
My soldiers'll leave you wet man (wet man)
Cause we know where you be, and we know where you stay
And we'll come trippin' through your **** man (**** man)
Man you heard what I said, now get it in your head
I ain't payin' no ****in' toll man (toll man)
Cause you'se a middle man, but you don't understand
You'se a ****in' fake Butt connect' man (connect' man)


I love to pump smack, love to stay strapped
Love to squeeze macs but you don't hear me though ROOF
I love to hit the GRID, I love my two P-locks
Love to burst shots but you don't hear me though ROOF


Res Judicata
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Darn Res...you a Crapper...I mean rapper too.

Its really 50 cent BLOOD HOUND lyrics, I just edited it for TW


Res Judicata

holy crap! you should get a record deal!

Say biitch get off my NUTS.
THESE Lyrics will be stripped from the SONG and redone for TW professionaly
SO MISS ME.

ROOF
But you dont hear me though

ROOF

LOL