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Shit, this shit right here...is for the thugs in the street |
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Do yall here me? |
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Shit, and this shit right here...will get you mugged in the street |
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[beanie seagal] |
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Beanie segal hit hard, and i'll wire ya jaw |
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Trademark niggas eyes, give them perminant scars |
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Twist backwards, never catch me rollin' cigars |
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Only cock and blow dro out of perservative jars |
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On the block serving like i never heard of the law |
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Cops hit the spot **** it, mad bro to bar |
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**** crack, flip powder, i aint takin' a loss |
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Plus if i get snatched, its less time for the song |
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I was been known to stroll the block, hold the glock |
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Blow dro, pick up doe, reload the spot |
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I'm the shit with crushed ice and some arm and hammer |
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I'm the reason why smokers steal car antenna's |
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I get bricks, so you know i make big nicks |
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The size of chiclets, that make you pricks sick |
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While you try to profit, i just flip quick |
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Ya niggas know my flow be sick, my doe be quick |
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[nuchild] |
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Now when you wake up |
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I'm wiping the cold out your eys with the barrel of the gun |
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Holding your son, smoking branson |
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Blowing smoke in your face, i want the ransom and some |
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His shit'll get the opposite of handsome |
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I mean i got to come clean |
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I've done bagged up and served everything you've seen in the feds magazine |
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I'm what y'all haven't seen |
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I swallow kerosene and piss out gassoline |
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Strike a match and burn the ****ing scene |
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I'm no joker - i could blow you into smoke |
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And make your man a second hand smoker. |
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I'm so vulgar - i'm sendin' niggas straight back to their maker |
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Broke, with a playstation for a cd player, see me player? |
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I dont even play that shit |
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I just spit and have the whole hood sayin' my shit |
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Yall got a bible? well pray in that shit |
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While i smoke a scripture, load up the guns then come to rip ya |
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[infrared] |
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This be the realest shit i ever wrote |
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Gun up in your mouth, hands around your throat |
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Choke nigga choke, i'm dope |
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Roll me up and smoke, on contact |
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Niggas react, and play me back |
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For doe, i'll murder ever nigga not on this track |
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I spit back, at any nigga claimin' he teflon |
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The best on, be the next nigga get stepped on |
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A sick dude, type to ask god "you wanna battle?" |
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"i could care less, send me hell i like to travel" |
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After waxin' him, i wax you |
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Smack you, clap you, and thats two |
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Niggas i left lookin' like statues |
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I have to, bring it to these cowards that talk hard |
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Some jail shit? never even walked through a junk yard |
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I thump hard |
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Make a nigga yell for crew quick |
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A true bitch, eat a nigga up like a chew-stick |
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Too rich, is what i plan to be in the 9-9 |
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Its all mine, fagots ride bench when its crunch time |
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So bump mine, make a nigga lean off the opium |
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You ethiopian |
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Willie niggas, yeah we scopin 'em, and ropin 'em |
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Do a nigga rosewood style |
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Hangin' by his weak picture, callin' his moms and his child |
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[mysonne] |
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Its mysonne, lefty, gun up in the right palm |
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Poppin' niggas in their sleep so they die calm |
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Kill or be killed, thats the shit that i'm on |
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Its desparoto style, shooting at them side arm |
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I'm gone, see i'm dope like heroin |
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And my guns got scopes, so they zero in |
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Here on in, know i fear no men |
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And muther**** shootin' five, here go ten |
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Know that if you start a problem, there's no end |
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You tough? fight death and be a hero then |
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Niggas call me poppiseed, i'll pop your seed |
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And move bricks on the block thats too hot to breath |
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I'm a real type of nigga, that cock and squeeze |
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Y'all them second guess fagots, that cock and freeze |
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So i **** with real niggas, like the lox and d |
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And yall niggas got problems, just watch and see |
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[drag-on] |
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I'm the kid with the unlaced boots, but'll lace you |
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Leave a hole in your facial, the size of a bagel |
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All my bullets hit, never graze you |
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If you never was shit, i'ma promise you this |
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I'ma front page you, i'ma young'n |
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The first one there, and the last one to get to running |
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Unless you tell me the cops coming |
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Cuz i like to feel assed out, so when they trap me i blast out |
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I'm quiet my gun gotta bad mouth |
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I wake up with the mad south |
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You know how many chinks and jews |
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Drag's done dragged out, on a cash route? |
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Cuz when i walk in, stop the talking |
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I dont give a **** if its a nigga with a walkman |
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I'ma put him in a coffin |
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Soon as i step in |
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I'm runnin' up on the nigga with the thick lens |
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I'm tryin to get the benz with the thick rims |
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Double r, soon half of us'll goto jail |
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The best studio, 16 bars to post bail |