Vs Vic and Kami including my partner

[DMS]

Kami and Vic (including Yan’s bars)


Murdered Pro and Karlos, simple targets for a homi./
And now Vic and Kami? Victims/
Simple metaphysics—This ‘material’ will be the ‘essence of a body’/
Ducked down by VL’s place with the shells to bust./
Brady...He’ll see the saints when the twelve’a buck./
Then we’ll pull on Kam’s shit and flash the nine./
We shooting for sport outside his crib like in Taxi Driver./
So Lapse’a be fried and Kam dumped ‘cause the beam./
Both praying for a Deus ex machina—Then they’ll see God from a machine./
keep it rap, y'all'a get slumped if we squabbin'
your "days are numbered" if you "countin' on your fists" like the knuckle mnemonic
.44 leave a lame roofless
'every word i say is the truth'
hold the fourth right (forthright) "on the square"...
can did (candid) 'em "point-blank,"
i'm a "straight shooter"
i hit up my gun plug to get barrels and chambers cleaned out
tightens (titans) up the TECs and (texan) "colts" with the "jags"...
that's the AFC south
don't threaten us, i'll get problems sorted
oeace or pieces—walk your courses
'cause if i got "issues in store," i'll phone someone who's uppin' the latter (up in the ladder)...
i'm callin' corporate
Every tick of a watch is a clip from glock./
Aim n shoot; Bangers boom whether they yell for help or not./
Times up. Two sticks pointed at the top—ITS TWELVE O’CLOCK./
A dual at high noon. The shooters fry you./
There’ll be no cap on the kids—a Lutheran high school./
Don’t put dough on them being heavy, with the bars tight./
You’ll have to pay coming with Vic, betting on that Dawg’s fight./
get marked for death when i'm ruger-squeezing
y'all see the "writing on the wall"...
i'm "drawin' blood" with the "can" like piru graffiti
i'll call my young hitta wantin' rank to lift up the hammer it's been nothin' from vic' but his slander
all drama... on call, a G (oncology) "lookin' for growth" get rid of this "cancer"
thirty clip, i get to whackin' you each in succession
and then it's jacob's dream...
'cause this "ladder" gon' "lead 'em to heaven"
them surgeons gon' need god's hand to patch up the trey-eight
if they're airborne to wrap (born 2 rap) this up,
pray the "doctors' advocate" "jesus piece" it together...
and if you're still lost, look back at "the gametapes"
the moment dope motions,
i slide—wettin' with 5.7s,
stackin' up slain fates
"charge" 'em both; after the code, FN dents (codefendants) 'em...
y'all "catchin'" the "same case"
Their ‘bars’ hold ‘no weight’. You think Kam and Victory lit?/
We got a ton’a ‘rounds’ for the ‘stick’. It’s ‘big, what we lift.’/
I’ll find this group and start spraying first./
Then this shit Ora et labora—y’all better hope that prayin’ work./
Anyone who test my heat’ll end. They’a die for certain./
Who want it? To anyone on Kami’s side the iron curtains./
The spark’a see ‘em./
Sharp with beams. Of their lives the glock’a free ‘em./
Make the most of ya time, ya pulses ceasin’ today (siezin’ da day) like Carpe Diem./
if my hittas catch you bitches lackin',
they clappin' poles
soon as they "head out,"
them "animals pop up" "bangin' the hammer,"
like whack-a-mole
if i hook a beam, it's a lost life
the "type" to "link" with a red dot, kam' (red.com)...
i'll show y'all how to "make a movie" out 'em on sight (site)