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(feat. Crunchy Black, The Kaze) |
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[crunchy blac] |
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Damn man a nigga pocket ****ed up in this mother ****er |
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(dj paul) |
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Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! that's ****ed up |
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[crunchy blac] |
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A nigga need to find out how we go get some |
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Dead presdients or something man |
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[dj paul] |
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You know what I'm sayin a nigga |
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Got to get straight around this mother ****er |
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Niggaz got that mutha ****in shit,Don't wanna share it |
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Niggaz we know you tight,mutha ****er you need to share that shit |
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Before a nigga break you off something |
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[crunchy blac:] (prophet mutha ****in entertainment) |
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You know what I'm saying,You know what I mean,a nigga go break you off |
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You need to share that shit,Mother ****ers ****ed up round here |
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We go take care of that,something go have to get straight |
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Or something go have to go mother ****ing sour nigga! |
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You know what I mean |
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A mother ****er go have to handle ya mother ****ing ass |
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Nigga share that shit,A niggs know you on,A nigga know you tight |
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You better take care of ya boys dog |
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You know what I mean,A nigga go handle ya mutha ****ing ass |
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With the mother ****ing seriousness! BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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[crunchy blac] |
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It's crunchy blac,the demon child another mystery made |
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Another stang,Boo set up another nigga in his grave |
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I'm crunchy scopin out you niggas with that viper shit |
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You thank I'm straight,bitch I ain't straight I'm out to get your shit |
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My smiff-n-wession,teaches lessons for you hard head ho's |
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To drop off you want feel pain at least it falls to his toes |
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But if you got ya ****in pistols and ya thank ya beat, |
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The 3-6 mafia |
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Nigga try ya luck and we'll see |
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[scan man] |
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It's a worldwide panic |
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So watch the scanman,get his automatic |
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Then get crazy like a crimnal beacause |
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These niggas don't know nothing bout me |
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Watch ya self |
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When you stack ya wealth |
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Keep that shit between ya self |
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Cause these killas from the Prophet Posse |
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Go use 2 niggas to make ya death |
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Cause we crazed |
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With the rage |
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Having a urge that can't be replaced |
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Out of the leaves,seen all them trees |
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Then I leave with ya cheese |
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Now prepare for the world to turn over |
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Cause Prophet Posse niggas just have tookin over!!! |
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[Chorus x2: project pat] |
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Young g's looking out for a meal ticket |
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Catch you slippin in ya shit and we will take it |
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To a level that you ho's can not handle bitch |
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6 shots from the glock left him dead |
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[crunchy blac] |
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Man I'm gettin tired of all you playa hatin bitches |
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Playa hatin on this game,you see a nigga out to get cha |
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You see I heard from ya ho's you was flodgin bout ya riches |
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So I had to hit the klan tell we had to come and get cha |
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So I told them I'll hit them back |
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So I can go get some facts |
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Scopin out this nigga shack |
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Making sure that shit is fat |
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Then I hit lil skinny pat |
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Told em that,that shit was fat |
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Then my nigga project said |
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[project pat:] (when we go get this bitch) |
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[scan man] |
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Go to War crnchy and scan |
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Drop them bodies off to the shore |
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There's no more |
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In this bitch |
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Trying to get buck with this click |
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I'm insane in the brain |
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Got me going after this ? |
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Acid rain |
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From the sky |
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Wash the remains down to dry |
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In your yard,after dark |
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It's them niggas who like to rob |
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In ya face |
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With no trace |
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You go vanish from this place |
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No one cries |
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Could you die |
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Scan man dares to wipe there eyes |
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Lullabyes |
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A hear the tomb |
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So ya click is not to soon |
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[chorus: x4] |