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I bet you won't |
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Hit a mother******, hit a mother****** (*************) |
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Hit a mother******, hit a mother****** |
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I bet you won't |
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Push a mother******, push a mother****** (Hoe) |
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Push a mother******, push a mother****** |
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I bet you won't |
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This ain't no game, we bring the pain |
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So don't you *************s trip |
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Fallin the club with all them thugs |
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And five extra clips |
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Deep alsways deep is how we come cause we ain't no joke |
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So when you hoes talk all this *************t |
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We gonna cut ya throat |
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And let you chuck right out the door, the Three 6 Mafia game |
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Now I was pullin a ******g gun |
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We out so throw them thangs |
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Don't hit that white |
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Any why the ************* act like you crazy man |
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We know you *************s just some hoes |
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You let our nuts hang |
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(??) |
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And let me crack you mind up |
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Want to get you hypnotized cause you this scarecrow |
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Keep a mystic type of business than we run |
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You may not cap to the s's |
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Cause we young, my time, my flex |
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It's a futuristic and autistic mega plisto plex |
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I rack up many shots cuase on my run colegri pop |
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I make sure they get so wild, they bustin caps right on the spot |
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All around the planet rock, the ghetto clocks don't stop |
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My ************* gotta take a deep breathe |
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A keep blowin till they drop |
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(Chorus)x2 |
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(??) |
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We ain't going to stop until some down people die up in the audience |
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Word up, push them to the floor |
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Put your foot in his guts so aple watch them fully trample |
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Shoot a pistol in the air, make it so kit kiddy can't handle |
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The crowd, the gotta ru rush before a few gonna get crushed |
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Crush crush, we got it buck buck (The Three 6) |
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And when the shows over I want to see (??) nothing but bodies |
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On the floor and they got no Three 6 (Surprise) |
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(??) |
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I heard the streets that a ************* has said, something about that ************* |
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I think his name was Cruchy Blac |
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But I walk up to his house, I knocked upon his door |
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When he came to the door, I hit him in the mouth |
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And I knocked him on the floor |
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Then I hit him and hit him somemore |
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Then I told that ******g boy |
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Shouldn't of ran his mouth about of the mother******g prophet boys |
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Cause the prophet boys be hypnotizing all of ya'll |
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Ganna tear around your throat and drag you like you want |
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(Gangsta Boo) |
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Why to styling at my face |
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Why you talks behind my back |
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Hitting you hitting you down when I (??) to attack |
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Never can't be fade |
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Cause this lady roll with right click |
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Now I'm talking *************t |
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Call me misses mobb ************* |
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Smoking automos all you hoes boutin' my damn self |
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Never hanging with you skanks |
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Cause I'm bad for your health |
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Playa haters out you stars pullin' cars bout' yourself |
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We be stanking like some fart under sheets, hold your breathe |
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(??) |
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(...??...) |
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See I call up then *************s operator tellin me they |
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was stressed with you up on that house that I'm hell |
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Looking out there |
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See you telling always tell who freezy's always shells |
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(...??...) |
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How she really cares bout' her hair |
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Here he thinks he stabbs around a hoe round' |
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(Chorus)x2 |