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Trouble seems to catch a mother****** with his cards down |
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Gotta keep my drawers up, *************t's gettin hard now |
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These mother****** cops be plantin *************t on these *************s |
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Simply because these *************s got bank accounts that's bigger |
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I just can't get no peace from you mother****** rollers |
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Everytime I pull my Benz-o out, you pull me over |
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I'm sick of mother******s who be jocking Whitey's coattails |
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Blacker than a mother******, sweat me 'bout my ******-sales |
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*************s just take your cut and get your ass up out my face |
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The only thing you probably get from me is a ******-sucking pistol case |
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Unless you plan on plantin a lil' somethin in my *************t |
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Just because you ain't got *************t, *************! |
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Give em a badge and a trigger and that makes em figure |
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That they can ************* with a million dollar ************* |
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They got you mixed up, fixed up at the Segas, shookin Indo |
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Gettin ****** up in the gank-hole |
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The only way you'll whip that mother****** is when you whip that mother****** |
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And we choke the mother****** (Man, ************* that mother******!) |
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So when you hear my song and wanna get it on |
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You better come prepared mother******, you dyin wit'cha boots on |
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[Chorus] |
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(Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boots) |
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Dyin wit'cha boots on |
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(Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boots) |
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Yeah |
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[Interlude: prison guard talking to inmate] |
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Guard: Do you know how many years you're facing inside? |
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25 to life and that's on the real |
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So you better snitch on your partner |
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Inmate: ************* that! It was Brad Dawg, I ain't goin out by myself |
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[Scarface] |
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*************s gettin caught, doin time, so they snitchin |
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They pickin *************s up on a funky ass suspicion |
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We'll be goin down for some questioning we think |
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And end up gettin hit with the ****** kitchen sink |
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Racketeer and laundering, Kingpin wondering |
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If they got some unsolved murders, then give him some of them |
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Just because we're *************s and they figure we're no smarter |
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We'll sell each other out, and start rattin' on our partners |
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They start bringin up *************t that happened back in '85 |
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And then comes the largest jury, *************, they ****** time! |
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You might as well play the state cause you gon' do day for day |
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And sellin out your homeboys ain't the *************t |
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Cos y'all gonna have to die in this *************, *************! |
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Lobbin wit'cha white suits on |
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And dyin wit'cha mother****** boots on |
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(Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boots) |
