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(feat. la chat) |
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[dj paul-talking] |
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Yeah mutha****az! the platinum plaque bringers of the motha****in' "m" |
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Back in this bitch, nigga. h-c mutha****in' p. |
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Hypnotyze camp mutha****in posse. |
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And it's goin' down, like we always do about this time, nigga, night time. |
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We about to load them black trucks up. who we got in this mutha****a |
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We got my girl la chat, gangsta boo, crunchy mutha****in' black |
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Playboy juice, project mutha****in' pat, lord imfamous, and me |
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Dj mutha****in' paul, the king of the mutha****in' "m" town. |
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And it's goin' down- hypnotyze minds ho! |
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[hook] |
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Mafia!... mafia!... mafia!... mafia!... |
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Mafia!... mafia!... mafia!... mafia! |
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[la chat] |
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La chat, with that gat |
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The other queen of memphis |
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Hypnotize camp we got 2 bumpin' bitches... |
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[gangsta boo] |
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...in the club posted up |
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Eight hundred dollar bottles |
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Sippin' cris **** a glass |
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Nigga drink it out the bottle... |
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[la chat] |
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...don't be hatin' and shit |
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'cause we gettin' paid and shit |
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Ain't no need be lyin' till i die |
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I'm gon' be lovin' this... |
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[gangsta boo] |
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...the bottle-yeah gangsta gangsta |
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Ridin' nigga posted up |
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**** you bitches up when i come gunnin' |
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Lettin' the lugers bust |
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Chat, you got my ****in' back? |
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[la chat] |
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Yeah i got your ****in' back |
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Buckin' bitches that be hatin' |
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Blow their chest up through their back |
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[gangsta boo] |
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High as hell can't you tell |
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'cause my eyes are red as fire |
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'bout to **** this nigga |
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Take his money- pimpin' 'till i die |
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Hypnotyze minds be the label that pay me |
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**** you other rappers talkin' shit |
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You cannot faze me |
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[la chat] |
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So you heard it from the queens |
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Hcp we be together |
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****in' with my family bitch |
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It's gon' have to be whatever... |
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[hook 1x] |
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[lord imfamous] |
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How can you relate to this |
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Niggaz they be hatin' this |
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Purple ****in' tradin' man |
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Barely makin' dividends |
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Burn it man, half in |
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Better known as "assed in" |
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All i want is money man |
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Can't you niggaz comprehend? |
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Lock and ****in' load fool |
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Break the ****in' law fool |
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Ain't no attitude fool |
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This is what we came to do |
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With them bodies in the bag |
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Put that dope in the bag |
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Put that money in the bag |
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Let's go fool, rat tat tat |
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[juicy "j"] |
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They call me juicy gigolo |
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Got hoes that fill |
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A statue of a fool |
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With them platinum tips |
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I'm tellin' all you bitches |
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To beware of the game |
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I'm tellin' all you niggaz |
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To beware of the lames |
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I freak your baby mama |
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Put her on the house |
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I got my dick sucked |
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When i was on the couch |
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My nigga walked in |
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He said that hoe was stout |
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I hit it from the back |
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My nigga took her mouth |
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[project pat] |
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By love real my nig |
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Let blood spill my nig |
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Shoot to kill my nig |
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If ya real my nig |
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Project pat my nig |
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I spit facts my nig |
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Hang with macks my nig |
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Who tote gats my nig |
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It's blast or be left |
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Baller in your blood |
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White girl up your nose |
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Ya high off that bud |
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A slug in the lot |
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Your car and no strap |
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Blew your gotdamn brains |
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In your partner's lap |
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[lord imfamous] |
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Choose your weapons |
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But boy choose them carefully |
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Each of my poisons |
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Are deadlier melodies |
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I am the doctor |
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And this is your therapy |
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You can have one |
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So you must get a pair of these |
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Beat, bound and gagged |
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Bump off bounty |
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Place all his pieces |
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All over county |
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The shit's very lethal |
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That i place in the needle |
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Prepare you for your last trip |
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To the cathedral |
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[dj paul] |
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I seen how tv can hurt |
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And plus platinum plaques to match |
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And add them twenties and vogues |
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And gucci jackets on backs |
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We got them bentlys and benzes |
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And all them lexus on lock |
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The picture gettin' kind of clearer |
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I see why them bitches hot |
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You hoes is strugglin' and starvin' |
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And wanna rise in the hood |
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It's cold i'm crankin' up heat |
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And you wish you could |
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Y'all wish y'all could get back with us |
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Then maybe then you could shine |
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Like the rappers you wish you was |
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And get off the grind |
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I'm keepin' one in the chamber |
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Because i'm filled up with anger |
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And when i see yo little hoe 'n' |
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You knowin' your life's in danger |
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I do a show y'all in the burough |
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Hollerin' no kind of shit |
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Is that the best way that you know |
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To get attention lil bitch |
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I understand how they feel |
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They feelin' that they left out |
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And we the ones movin' on |
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So we the ones talked about |
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But niggaz keep it your best |
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And one day then you'll get a crown |
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But until then do a hit of coke |
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And keep feelin' down |
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'cause suckaz... that's real |
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[hook 1x] |
