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Tek 9 plus a AK (2x)

Chrome to ya dome! (2x)

[Remy Ma: Verse 1]

My name is Remy Ma and I don't play

I let that led fly in the broad day

A nigga push up like a bra I'm strapped

He like "yo ma what's that? "

I'm like "Oh thats in case you wanna get clapped"

I just click (pow)

Chrome to ya dome leave you face down

Bullets logged in ya bone

Yeah I'm a rapper but it ain't just rhymes

So what's you know about turning a autograph singing to a crime scene

Throw something on my stage and I'ma bust in the stands

Wouldn't mind going to jail for clapping one of my fans

You don't want it with Ms. Martin see

Everything bother me

And I really got a serious problem with authority

Keep thinking cause they always think a chick a never shoot

Till I bust at they feet leave him doing the Chicken Noodle Soup

Tone Woppin it's a reason why I'm bopping

Resurrect the dead so he can tell you what I got bitch!

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