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[Intro: DJ Paul]yea-yea |
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Chuch ya'khamsayn |
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Once again it's on baby, y'all know what time it is |
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I know it'sa shame ya'khamsayn, |
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You gatta actually killa a motha****a out here |
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Just ta let a nigga now you ain't playin' with him |
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And you ain't bullshittin' - yea that's some knowledge fa y'all |
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Na'...we gon' get y'all inta this new artist |
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His new ass - |
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Lil' Wyte, this boy raw...[Chorus 8x - (DJ Paul) plays in the background] |
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Get high to this shit - |
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I'm high as a motha****a[DJ Paul] |
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Alotta rappers rap gangsta shit but they ain't did nothing |
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DJ Paul - |
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Lord Inf'... |
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Crunchy Blac fa real bussen |
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We done rolled down on niggaz, we done let them gats burst |
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We done seen niggaz blood leak clean through they shirt |
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I ain't lying too ya boys when |
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I said that cha'll get did |
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Man I keep me some hungry niggaz ready ta spit the wig |
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Of a fake solid nigga, hoes lying in they wraps'cause they never shot guns and they never had ta scrap[Juicy J] |
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He wore a vest so we shot him in the neck |
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Made his body cold left from red and wet |
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Body curved up like a cornrow |
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Police on the set, |
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I'm a vet from the |
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North - North |
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Pack a rusty tec in the |
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Lex' plus a sawed-off |
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Hard makin' money when you watching for the ro-bbe-rers |
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Narcotics and these hoodrats - nut go-ba-lers |
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They'd take a shot at 'cha, put you in tha hospita' |
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Leave you left fa dead, and they tell ya |
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I'ma halla at ya[Crunchy Blac] |
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Here I go again, try'na keep my motha****in' ass thin |
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Niggaz halla friends, but they fake friends |
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I'ma nigga halla "motha**** friends" |
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Torn up in my motha****in' right hand |
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I'ma 'bouta go and ****in' rob a man |
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Just so I can keep my ****in' family fed |
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**** what'cha heard this is what |
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I saidBust out some shots at ya ****in' head[LaChat] |
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I'ma meet you pockin' bitches, whoppin' niggaz wit' my pistol |
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In my yard they discovered, dead |
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I'm out here out makin' missles |
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This is war when you ****in' wit' |
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LaChat - bitch y'aint know |
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Get 'cho posee out be'cause we comin' 20 deep hoe |
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Didn't you need ta know that all that talk can get you ****ed up |
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Hoe this ain't no game - that you playing you get bucked up |
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I'ont give a **** who you is, who you in too |
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You wont touch a bitch, ha who me bitch - but |
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I'll kill you[Frayser Boy] |
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A crooked as a barrell of snakes |
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**** with the real not fake |
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I represent the |
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Bay - so ain't no need ta hate |
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I'm counting tones and spray |
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I'll blow your crean away |
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This HCP don't play - won't see anotha day |
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Y'kno we Hyp-notize, can see it in your eyes |
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This Frayser |
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Boy - no lie |
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Inhalin' dro - so fine |
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Y'kno we toppin' a poun' |
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And still we stompin' your smile |
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No need ta copy our styles |
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What chain't been popped in a while[Lil' Wyte] |
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No more ****in' around by now |
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I'm fed up |
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I see your face has a frown - gatta keep your head up'cause when you **** wit' this camp - let's say you messed up |
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They told you in the beginning - don't try ta test us |
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The day Lil' |
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Wyte hooked up with the 6 - the shit was all she wrote |
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Y'kno these lyrics be burnin' - blisters deep in my throat |
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This shit be hotter than lava laying a hault in yo saga |
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Adding some |
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Pippen ta bitches get at me weaker than water |
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This is the start of a problem thats lackin' a solution |
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You graduated with honors - ta sell out institution |
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And this for all the rappers that got kicked up out this camp |
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I stole your plate when back fa seconds - + |
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How U Luvin' |
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That?+This is my motha****in' posee song - |
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Wheres Jerome? |
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Instead of gettin' up out yo shit - you stayed ya ass at home |
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Potential lurking fa certain - |
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I know you feel it hurt |
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If they knew bitchin' came wit' ya - you coulda kept ya verse |
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Bitch doubt me now[Chorus 8x - (DJ Paul)] |
