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(featuring X-Raided) |
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You better pray |
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When you see me put that nine up in that pussy, ho |
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Cock it back slow |
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Rock it back and forth, wait for the nut, then let my trigger go |
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BOOM! Pussy-guts all over the room |
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If you ain't seen it |
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Then you're fiendin' |
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For the meanin' |
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Of that nina of doom 2 inches in and, uh, 4 inches out |
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You back that nigga that pack that gat |
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And hit that indo-sack |
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It's like that |
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Cannabis seteva got me stuck on stump, fool |
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All it take is a way, a fat green-bud blunt and a stunt |
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Cause it's that nigga that work 'em nigga deep |
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And block creep |
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And witness murder, baby, kill a seed |
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Once it'll make you vomit |
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Guts in a mama's baby, nuts in a bottle, maybe it's common |
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Biatches keep ****in' and suckin' and keepin' it comin' |
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With they drama. |
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POP! It's baby killa season |
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Put 6 in the clip, put it up that clit |
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And watch them baby's brains |
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Drip out that fetus |
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Bleed, it's that nigga that kill 'em |
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I'll fill 'em all full for that sicc reason |
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Season of da siccness broodin', got me trippin' for no reason |
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Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper |
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Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, mother****er |
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Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh? |
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Killas run around everyday that's why |
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I'm hard for you, nigga! |
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Now eat! As |
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I creep, picture every human that |
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I seek Slabs of human meat |
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Cause my kids gotta eat |
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I lives kinda deep, dark, up in tha cut |
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Where niggas load nines, and barrel-**** a slut |
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Nigga, what? |
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You ain't even seen me in my prime |
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Eatin' baby brains, baby veins, baby spines |
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I know they be cryin' when |
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I'm cuttin' off the neck |
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I'm peelin' off the skin for some bacon-fried croquettes |
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Baby villain spine, that baby-killin' mind |
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A fifth-pound of gin cause |
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I know I'm doin' time |
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So catch me now before |
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I do my next crime |
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My kids' gotta eat, somebody's baby's on the line, nigga |
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Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper |
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Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, mother****er |
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Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh? |
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Killas run around everyday that's why |
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I'm hard for you, nigga! |
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Now eat! Get ready for the nigga shit |
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That siccer-than-sicc gut ripgut |
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Pick-a-vic-up, **** 'em up with a couple of nine-milla slugs |
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And put 'em on the ground. |
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Murder toll. |
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Buck buck! |
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Slugs to the womb |
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Guts all over the room |
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That legion of doom |
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That S to the |
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I-C-X With a locc and a tech for the throat and a neck full of gunsmoke it up, locc |
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One for the nigga who kills them infants and senses |
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Then this time, |
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I hit 'em with a nine-millimeter, meter |
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Now let's pick up me freakin' up your skin |
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Never knew nigga-meat cooked so thin! |
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So I pack me a nine-milla gat |
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And creep in the back of the ' |
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Lac With a sack of the indo |
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Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper |
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Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, mother****er |
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Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you nigga |
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Killas run around everyday that's why |
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I'm hard for you, nigga! |
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Now eat! That's right, once upon a time |
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A nigga that hella sicc up in the skids |
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With a lie for the snitch |
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As a victim's stoned, sayin' "I'll be bones to the pussy clits" |
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They're a baby ditch to the mastermind |
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Nine-millimeter shells, they're blind! |
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Devils made a pact to **** with match-to-heat, it's one of a kind |
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Low enough to the shit got hella deep that |
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I had to patch it |
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To a soul who had the heart to put his mama in a casket |
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Who could it be? |
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Or can he be |
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Locked up in the county cause the bounty finally found a nigga like me? |
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X-to-the-R-to-the- |
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A-I-D-E-D |
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L-O-C What's up, my nigga? |
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Pull this trigger |
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And take my mutha****in' legacy |
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But watch your back |
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Niggas be claimin' that they sicc |
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But really don't know which way to go when they be smokin' up with my lunatic |
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Shiiiit, have you ever seen your mama's cock? (yeah!) |
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Have you even seen a body drop? (yeah!) |
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Have you even loaded up your glock? |
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Well, I could gives a **** cause even then, nigga, you not my nigga |
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From that 24 |
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Garden Block |
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That's doin' time |
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For shootin' shadows up in the dark |
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And tryin' to bite before he bark |
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And when his heart stops |
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From the metal blue blocks up in the cut |
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They try to lynch my mutha****a to make some dice up out his nuts |
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And what the **** goes thru my nigga's mind up in his cell? |
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That 24 Deep, no sleep, much stress, nigga |
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Nigga must be livin' up in hell |
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And here I am, same mutha****a that got my nigga sicc |
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Tryin' to kill myself but slippin' more deeper into the siccness shit |
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Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper |
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Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, mutha****a |
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Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you nigga |
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Killas run around everyday that's why |
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I'm hard for you, nigga! |
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Now eat! |
