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Urr, uh huh |
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Y'all mother****ers ready or what? |
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Is y'all mother****ers ready or what? |
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I don't think you are, |
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I don't think so |
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They got my back against the buildin' |
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I'm the villain that's creepin' around corners |
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Like Shorty you see them niggas creepin' around, warn us |
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We might be comin' through, gunnin' through, runnin' through |
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So be careful what you do or the slugs might come to you |
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As long as |
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I can remember, the streets have kept me safe |
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And ever since that time in |
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December, the heat's been in my waist |
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I need an extra set of eyes so |
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I keep my dogs with me |
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Doctor says let them die said his ****in' dog bit me |
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I don't know what's wrong with me |
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But it seems like since you heard of us |
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Y'all niggas turnin' into murderers |
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Couldn't **** with a third of us |
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Still against me and wantin' to see me in the box |
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Grillin' me all crazy when you see me and the |
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L.O.X.Leave you |
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Red like Foxx, ain't nothin' funny about that |
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I see you in a coma, ain't comin' up out that |
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You hold on for too long |
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And they ain't pullin' the plug for you |
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I'll run up in the joint myself and bust another slug on you |
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It's murda, it's murda mother****ers |
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I take a squat then post up with the toast up |
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I brin' beef to a closure, know somethin'? |
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From cats stackin' four-somes |
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I'm loathsome |
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I scream out **** the world then |
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I throw somethin' |
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Niggas schemin' hard but **** it, it's the |
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GodI leave bullets lodged leave you leanin' on your broad |
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And our punks leave you gagged up in your car |
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Slumpin' Kennedy-style with your memory out |
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What the **** y'all want? |
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Daddio with the calico |
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Let the gaty blow leave you bleedin' on your patio |
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I leave rivals on their backs lookin' up at the sky blue |
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Not only do |
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I leave you |
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I hide you, |
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I before you |
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X and Ja-Rule, death before dishonor now and prior to |
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Boss man spy on you, conspire you |
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Me die before you? |
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You liar, you |
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Niggas is dead off the hits |
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I approve**** it, |
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I got the feds wearin' wired suits |
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Y'all niggas don't listen |
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Whether in streets or in prison |
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When we find them we twist them |
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They ****in' up missin' |
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Y'all don't understand we want y'all all to hate it |
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It's murda, murder incorporated |
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It's murda, in crime we all related |
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It's murda, see if y'all can take it |
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I'ma murderer and murderin' anythin' that moves |
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Through ya nine niggas, straight do or die niggas |
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Caught up and fall victim to the worst shit |
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X, Jigga, and |
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Ja as expected |
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Shot on the world and reflect it |
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Niggas don't respect it, so get it the worst way |
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**** with the wolves you get hunted like prey |
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Shot up in broad day, now everybody want you |
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I'm feelin' like stupid didn't the inc. warn you the first time |
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It's murda, whenever you see blood |
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It's murda, lay you down for the love |
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That's us, leave the lights on |
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Knife through your windpipe' |
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Cause most of your niggas ain't cut right |
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You thinkin' it's alright, but it ain't |
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I'm paralyzin' clowns up and down from the waist |
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Givin' niggas face lifts and takin' it |
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While makin' you bleed |
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And if I got a taste of the shit |
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I'm takin' more than you need |
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It's nothin' but love between me, you, and these slugs |
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Hit him up wrap his body up in a area rug |
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Who holdin' the heat? |
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Who leavin' niggas cold in the street? |
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Y'all know me, ya |
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Co-D, Ja-Rule the |
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O.G.Niggas better watch me closely |
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Get a grip, it's |
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Hennessy that fuels all that murderin' shit |
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When I look in the mirror my reflection is killer |
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Jigga, X, |
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Ja niggas, it's murda |