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Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta |
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Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta |
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Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta |
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Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate |
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Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate |
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Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta |
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Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta |
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Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta |
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Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate |
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Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate |
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I grab my swatter I swat this bug, he laid to rest |
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Fuckin' wit T-R-I-P-L, E-S-I-X |
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Niggaz be talkin' but in the end I like fuck 'em up |
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In the beginnin' they could've survived but they had no nuts |
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Bitch where you graduated from, I said a school of hoe-in' |
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'Cause in yo face, off in the streets aint nothin' but hoe is showin' |
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Too fuckin' light, too fuckin' light to try to fight |
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Stick you with knives, shoot you with - nines and take yo life |
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Yea we know you niggaz are fuckin' scared 'cause we don't play around |
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Never wanna step 'cause Three 6 Mafia put you in the ground |
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People say you buck but we all know that's just that liquor bro |
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Niggaz swear you hype but all that hyper is from hittin' that snow |
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If a member call me then I'm gonna pack my yawks and roll |
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Ride down on yo block and close up shop and leave yo body cold |
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Foo this ain't no game so tuck ya chain and coward hide yo grill |
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High cappin' and dissin' in yo rappin' just might get ya killed |
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They don't fuck wit you like ya fucked with them |
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Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb |
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You got no ends, now you got no friends |
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Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in |
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They don't fuck wit you like ya fucked with them |
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Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb |
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You got no ends, now you got no friends |
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Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in |
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Whachu doin' round hea? My nigga I gotta get ya |
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Fresh outta jail-ie, my mind on bailin', so I split ya |
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Head to the meet-ie, give to the needy so fuck the rest |
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No understandin', Projects the greedy, ya could be next |
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I'm robbin' victims with of the face of a? |
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No hesitatin', I come out buckin' so watch the nine |
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Off in East Memphis transactin' bizness I know you straight |
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I'm buckin' you fakers who ain't got cheese, the ones I hate |
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Could it be me, could it be somethin' in the fuckin' air |
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Im seein' niggaz, them niggaz bodies flyin' everywhere |
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You wanna know if the Lord is mackin' or a fuckin' player |
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I'm keepin' all of you muthafuckas in my fuckin' prayers |
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Everywhere that I go I'm gettin' all these evil stares |
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I'm sick of all of these hatin' muthafuckas in my hair |
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All in my bizness, God is my witness I don't even care |
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Cause all you bitches you get the *blaah* died hell yeah |
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They don't fuck wit you like ya fucked with them |
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Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb |
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You got no ends, now you got no friends |
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Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in |
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They don't fuck wit you like ya fucked with them |
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Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb |
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You got no ends, now you got no friends |
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Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in |
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Deep deep in them trenches of Memphis where I'm seriously pimpin' |
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Da Koopsta da Knicca breakin' mo bitches than London got bridges |
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Send this to you niggas so you besta listen well |
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Touch me and you'll die see you can burn wit me in hell |
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This hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-I for you niggas that've lost it |
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Spl-izat yi-zo iz-ass, will?off it |
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Call Chris mane, shit dump 'em in a ditch |
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Witness this wicked bit whipped up outta the Six riders |
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My nigga CB he be back out here on these bricks again |
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He kickin' in doors, he lookin' for him some dividends |
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He kidnappin' hoes so he can make him some money mane |
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And fuckin' wit him is like fuckin' wit somethin' different |
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Ya gotta be tough, nigga ya gotta be rough |
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Like ash to ash nigga, and dust to dust |
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In gats we trust nigga, it really ain't much nigga |
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'Cause talkin' to us nigga, we blowin' ya up |
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They don't fuck wit you like ya fucked with them |
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Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb |
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You got no ends, now you got no friends |
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Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in |
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They don't fuck wit you like ya fucked with them |
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Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb |
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You got no ends, now you got no friends |
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Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in |
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I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown |
