Don’t Shoot!

Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!

You heard the verdict nigga, just another murder nigga
They want my energy but they don't want my birdies nigga
They want my hold chains, my [?], my pesos, my wu-tang, my new slang
I know you wanna touch my braids hoe
Live from the land with the

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[Chorus]