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Yeah, ya'll thought that underground shit wouldn't gon' work in ya |
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Yeah, for the |
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Ouijas of sin is death |
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For the gift of |
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God is eternal life through |
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Jesus Christ our |
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LordRoman 6-23 nigga, read it and weep, biatch |
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Hit a man bustin' up in my door, so |
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I grab my 44 |
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Now them bustas on the floor, covered up by pillows, oh no |
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I'm lookin' for them trizicks tryin' to put a group up in they clizick |
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I'm comin' up quick |
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I'm takin' no shots bustin' these caps off in these bitches |
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So why you wanna mess with this? |
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So why you wanna take off this piece? |
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Fool, I'm bad to the bone, jone, chrome tech [unverified] fatality |
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You'll be fled, |
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I'll be glad when |
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I make you hit that grass |
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I ain't showin' no mercy, goddamn it, |
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I'm bustin' that ass |
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I'm havin' cisions of flesh [unverified] like that roozer tech |
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That mess in my head, if the constantly teachin' this evil shit |
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You hear some laughin', who's that in the window gaspin' |
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Now if you feel me tell me whose that creepin' for your head |
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This goes out to all of you suckas |
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Includin' you crossers, includin' you bustas |
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This shit is so ****ed up, |
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I can't even trust ya |
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This lady is tried of you mother****ers |
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I'm bumpin' so hard, it's like, oh my |
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GodGangsta |
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Boo is rippin' the mic all apart |
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If your ass wasn't so full of that fart |
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Never would you have tasted me from the start |
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I'm trying to tell you hoe, let me tell you bitch |
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You ain't my ****in' friend |
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Prophet Entertainment member known as |
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BooHad to tell your ass time and time again |
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Ride with my click, bitch |
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Triple 6Is all |
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I need, plus my weed and the |
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N I N ETo keep you frilly hoes off of me |
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Come into my face with that pimpin' ass shit |
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Watch you see this gangsta bitch get scandalous |
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You friendly ass hoes |
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I scratch off my list |
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I don't need you, don't want you bitch |
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Friends like foes in these hoes, keep on talkin' that shit |
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Actin' like they bad as **** but they ain' really talkin' 'bout shit |
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Keep on dissin' this click and we gon' hurt one of you tricks |
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Put your body in a ditch or dig a grave for that shit |
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Don't you ask who like it, |
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Crunchy Blac did it bitch |
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Keep on talkin' all that noise and |
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I'ma get big like big business |
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I have to tell these niggas time and time again |
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Bitch, I ain't your ****in' friend |
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I'll do your ass in |
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I have to tell these niggas time and time again |
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Bitch, I ain't your ****in' friend |
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I'll do your ass in |
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I have to tell these niggas time and time again |
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Bitch, I ain't your ****in' friend |
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I'll do your ass in |
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I have to tell these niggas time and time again |
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Bitch, I ain't your ****in' friend |
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I'll do your ass in |
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Smiles can be deceivin' even if it's your friends |
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And hoes that know we can't be even |
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StevenShould not believe in, too late one of them slip, it's my foes |
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You already got my glock to the back of your head |
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Prayers already said, done consider yourself dead |
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Your family and friends might be sayin' that |
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I crossed you out |
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But nigga you was fake from the beginning |
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So I had to toss you out, friend |
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I'm no more, |
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I kill all you foes |
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Step in my trunk and |
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I give it to a stroll back |
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The hammer release and leave your chest with holes |
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All in the club with that buck ass tube and pot |
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It's kind of hard, you can't beat us |
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And you can't join us 'cuz we ain't gonna stop if you don't stop |
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Some of the superior astronomical bends |
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From that of my mystical dreams of the many scenes |
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Mighty, manipulative, mercilous, multiple murderers |
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Sit back in dangerous, hittin' and strippin' and critical injury |
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Misery, seriously witness to the tremory |
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Tragedy, agony, infamy, agony brutal mentality |
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Assassatain my voodoo tribe |
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If you don't want to be fried, put on a feary disguise |
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Lord Infamous takn' no prisoners |
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Forget the begging, pleading, and the cries |
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Your reservation revaluation a satanic nation |
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Has be prophesied |
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I can look in your eyes and tell that there is fear |
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From the eternal burning of each of your lies |
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Flights of headlights, black clothes and limos |
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Another negro startin' to decompose |
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From his casket the |
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Scarecrow shall place a bloody black rose |
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Who knows that hate that goes behind closed doors |
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With corpses froze in six foot holes |
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Wicked throws, evil flows and torturing of foes |
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I have to tell these niggas time and time again |
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Bitch, I ain't your ****in' friend |
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I'll do your ass in |
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I have to tell these niggas time and time again |
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Bitch, I ain't your ****in' friend |
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I'll do your ass in |
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I have to tell these niggas time and time again |
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Bitch, I ain't your ****in' friend |
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I'll do your ass in |
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I have to tell these niggas time and time again |
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Bitch, I ain't your ****in' friend |
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I'll do your ass in |
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Yeah, I ain't ya ****in' friend |
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You do your ass in nigga |
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Three 6 Mafia comin' at your ass for the 9-7 bitch |
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Yeah, watch your back niggas |
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You know who you are mother****er |
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That brown shit would [unverified] |