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They lay, one of my homies down, 2 of my enemies. |
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I grab the heat, creep up your street and squeeze. |
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I'm in y'all neighborhood, so what the **** is up? |
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And if I catch you imma pop you nigga, that's whats up. |
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We can talk about it now, i don't think so, |
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And imma catch you when you creepin with that pink toe, |
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You tryna creep up out that meat store, |
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Get you a drink so when i hit you, you won't even trip to think so. |
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Cross your heart, double dot your eyes, |
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Yellow tape you, make you a homicide. |
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Stretch you out like a red vine, |
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Halloween is your deadline, beddy by time. |
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I, zag the zig, i put a fork in the pig, |
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I clocked the glock and pop you, my nigga ya dig? |
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I open ya up, and leave you leakin by the face, |
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And get away, aint got no time to be catching no case. |
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To slick to sly, plus |
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I'm too high. |
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I'm too fly, and |
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I do die, i do die. |
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I love to shoot an intruder, |
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I mix the purp with the buddha. |
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Love chicken and beer, like the home boy |
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Luda.I'm big snoopie, d to dub, imma killa cuz. |
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I'm drinked up like a stilla, a gorilla duh. |
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Sacramento no, pedal to tha floor, |
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Anotha killin for wheelin my nigga let it go.[Daz] |
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We on the corner of 102 (to bad, they ****ed up). |
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And the (word on the street) they got blast the **** up. |
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Now it, futtin and shootin, i'm runnin your life. |
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I'm in the **** stripes, nigga don't **** em tonight. |
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Bandana, banana clips, ready to trip. |
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You niggas is sad saps, so ya better not trip. |
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I see some busta ass niggas at the bus stop, |
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Had a bag, we banged the gang bang them niggas from the dog pound. |
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Choppin, whoppin, we stoppin the mad shit, |
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Every time we see y'all niggas we clashin, |
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D-P-G down to 24th street, |
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Sittin they nigga down wit them 21st g's(motha ****a) |
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Brotha Lynch, my mutha ****in nigga[Kurupt] |
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Listen to me like, |
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One for the flame, two for the trigga. |
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And three of these hollow points tap fines nigga. |
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When I came in this motha ****a |
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I had a plan, |
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To stop all y'all motha ****as where y'all stand. |
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I'm gang banged out, riders on a mission. |
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We could catch fades nigga, **** tha pistols. |
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Piranhas is loose in the septic tank, |
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We do what you can't, |
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I am what you ain't. |
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Don't even try to provoke me cuz. |
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Loccin, smokin, slipping, smoke me cuz. |
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I'll beat your ass on a locc so fast. |
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Bang on your homies, spread through your hood. |
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Release these toxins like mustard gas. |
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Scap the Chevrolet, its all to the good, |
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My nigga Brotha |
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Lynch, Kurupt, |
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Snoop and |
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Daz.[Brotha Lynch Hung] |
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Shit, nigga this |
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G block crossed me. |
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Double any nigga with a rusty old crusty. |
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Sacramento yes, catch em in the chest, |
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Right by his tour bus, left a bloody mess. |
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It was none of cudi left, coat hanger strangled him. |
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Aimed at him, he don't know what angle |
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I'm comin from. |
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Hangled him, spider webs all over his cranium,(that nigga has spider webs all over his cranium, nigga). |
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Me and crooked |
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I know, niggas be talking to much. |
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Nigga shut your pie hole, everybody know you do suck. |
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This ain't a reality show, hungry niggas do touch. |
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Motha ****as to clutch, give a niggas two cuts. |
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Got an army of niggas |
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I'm strange, it ain't a rumor. |
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We givin niggas brain tumors, hit em with the lugar. |
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I'm doin the rappin, and this nigga is the shooter. |
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Yea he got a mask on, but nigga hes a shooter. |
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You will never see his face on the computer, spider-man junior.(Oklahoma shooter) |
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Poke a hole with two cuts, |
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This motha ****a said he about to do what? |
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Get chewed up, its dinner and a movie, duece for nigga. |
