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(krazy) |
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What what what what what |
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(chorus) |
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(krazy) |
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Who talkin noise? |
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We makin noise |
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504 boy |
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Playin with them big toys |
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(x4) |
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(mac) |
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Look |
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Motherfuckers its mac |
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The one who pump slugs in your back |
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Lyrical attacka |
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Keep it ghetto like black lacqua |
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Camo'd assasin |
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To the best (?) the epitomy |
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Of a soulja |
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Bustin like i got chips up on my shoulda |
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Hold your horses |
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I come through like "whatchu wanna do?" |
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Murder who? |
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I kill that whole crew with a 2-2 |
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These niggaz rookie |
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I crush em like pink cookies |
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Dont fuck with me |
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When im broke |
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Pissed off |
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And my bitch aint given me no nookie |
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Kinda glad p took me |
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Off the streets to make duckies |
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Now i take supermodels to hotels |
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And make whoopie |
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Pull they hair |
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Call em out they names |
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Dont you like that? |
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Then i give my lil sister the cash |
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So she strike that |
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Niggaz like mac |
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Rock mercedez benz toe bustas |
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And i only shop at them military |
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Stores cousin |
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Solja rag on my eyes till i die |
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Nigga what? |
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Im a tank dogg |
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These niggaz is just mutts |
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(arf!) |
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(chorus)(x2) |
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(krazy) |
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My nigga jeff just got 30 years |
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Fuck mc |
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Went in a house |
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Found a safe with about 3 bricks |
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Thats that punk bitch deuce-a |
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Sweatin my niggaz |
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He wont rest until my whole click's |
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Doin some figgaz |
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Can we ride on my enemy's late tonite? |
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A young nigga |
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With a .45 |
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Bustin on site |
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What i might |
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Is whether (?) bleed with passion |
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See this drug game to me |
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Is like a fatal attraction |
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Salvation from this life |
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Thats what i need |
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See these jealous ass niggaz |
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Wont let me breathe |
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Will i succeed in this cold world? |
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Pray for me please |
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I dont get caught up in this rap life |
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A dying disease |
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Over seas is where they come from |
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We know who sent them |
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If them bitches six-teenth |
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I believe ill get them |
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I aint fuckin with no new niggaz |
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Believe im ballin |
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If i ever go to jail |
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Big boz im callin |
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Will my real niggaz ride for me? |
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Believe they will |
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If i get killed |
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Bring me back to the ivoryville |
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Nigga |
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(chorus)(x2) |
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(d.i.g.) |
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They say only god can judge me |
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My peepz say "yeah there be world war 3 |
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Prolly in the year 2 g |
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But livin this street life |
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Im thuggin and ready to rumble |
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With any nigga that ready to tussle |
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Motherfucker |
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I feel as if im at the edge of my life |
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So i give it to them raw |
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In the heat of the night |
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I aint hard to find |
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Im the nigga with the two 9's |
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Next to the last don |
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Nigga thugged out for mine |
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A made man |
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The bossalinie of the scenery |
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And be full of that greenery |
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When you peepin me |
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Im full of that crime family |
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Im on the grind and i can handle that |
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I aint trappin |
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I gotta weigh that shake |
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Ima hit them with these ghetto ingredients |
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Some ghetto dope |
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Go round tweekin |
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And get d.i.g. |
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Thats me im a young nigga |
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Fuck around with me dog |
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And y'all get done nigga |
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(chorus) (x4) |
