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Put a hole in your soul |
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Make your blood run could |
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Put a hole in your soul |
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Nine millimeter homie |
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Make your blood run could |
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You diiiee |
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Gon' rest your eyes |
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You diiiee |
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Gon' test the fire |
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You don' ****ed with the wrong one today |
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And you don't want it homie |
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**** what you're tryin to say |
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Your whole existence phony |
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Talkin so much shit you need'a muther****in breathe mint |
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And when I hit you with that glock |
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You'll wonder where your breathe went |
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Always quick to take the dick up out'cha mouth to jack your jaw |
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Guess you're pissed ya baby bitch would take the time to jack me off |
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But nuttin like what she would be with you, du' |
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She swallowed it |
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Now you wanna give me attitude |
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Bitch, eat a hollowtip |
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Take your own advice and put the barrel in your own mouth |
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Kill your handicap and blow your muther****in brains out |
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Do the world a favor, hoe, and try to fix a big mistake |
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Pull the trigger, send your soul to |
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Hell for ****in |
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Heaven's sake |
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Pull the heater on ya |
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Put a hole in your soul |
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Nine millimeter homie |
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Make your blood run could |
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You diiiee |
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Gon' rest your eyes |
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You diiiee |
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Gon' test the fire |
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Pull the heater on ya |
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Put a hole in your soul |
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Nine millimeter homie |
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Make your blood run could |
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You diiiee |
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Gon' rest your eyes |
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You diiiee |
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Gon' test the fire |
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See me on the streets and now you holla at me like we're brothers |
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Then you run your mouth cause you's a backstabbin muther****er |
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Hide behind computer screens with fake names and magazines |
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Boy, you need'a be a man and grow some nuts to step to me |
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Run upon you, hit'chu with that (one, two; one, two) |
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What'chu gonna do when |
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I (come through, stun you) |
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Peel ya ****in cap with a nine millimeter |
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Better run muther****er every time that |
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I see yaIf |
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I see ya muther****er then |
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I wouldn't wanna be ya |
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Hit'cha with them heatseekers |
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I ****in knew it that |
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I thought |
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I saw a pussy cat |
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I pointed to ya when they askin where the pussy at |
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YOU COCKSU |
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CKIN-MUTHE |
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R****ER!Check my ****in blood-pressure |
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Pop a couple pills and then |
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I'm comin to get'cha |
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Put a hole in your soul |
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Make your blood run could |
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You diiiee |
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You diiiee |
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Put a hole in your soul |
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Make your blood run could |
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You diiiee |
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You diiiee |
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I'll pull a driveby on ya in a |
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Coupe De Vile |
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And when I shot to kill, you know |
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I shot with skill |
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And you don't ever see it comin |
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Got the skills of a |
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SniperPut the heat through your body, what'cha spill in your diaper |
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For real, you's a liar, like |
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PinocchioAnd when you talk, it grows |
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But hoe, it ain't your nose |
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It's the rage in my soul, it's buildin like construction |
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There's a tax on your ass and |
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I'ma make deductions |
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Take ya functions, put'cha in a new shipbag |
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Beg like a bitch and you ain't gonna do shit fag |
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Twelve gage, double barrel, pointed at your teeth |
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Tell your daddy buy a suite and make your momma buy a wreath, piece |
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Pull the heater on ya |
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Put a hole in your soul |
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Nine millimeter homie |
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Make your blood run could |
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You diiiee |
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Gon' rest your eyes |
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You diiiee |
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Gon' test the fire |
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Pull the heater on ya |
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Put a hole in your soul |
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Nine millimeter homie |
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Make your blood run could |
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You diiiee |
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Gon' rest your eyes |
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You diiiee |
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Gon' test the fire |
