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I bring your drummer like Osama, a suicide bomber |
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I fuck your baby momma treat your kids with benning hummer, well she like broke her highness, brace to her asset, I be pulling that, from the back, when im bashin', |
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Back to the class inn, one on one assasin, Desert Eagle blastin' did we get them mashin', fuck the pussy ass-in, |
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I know where they massin', I pull up on me jet bike, |
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And give y'em whole headlight, right back, light back, |
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The traffic doing dumb-shit, snitches like to sing, |
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Bullets like to hump bitch, come and get your some shit, |
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I give em' out for free and I be shooting from the bass line, |
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Trying to hit the three |
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I bulletproof stickem, like gank-and let em' hit em', |
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Let the tommy spin em' put hollows and tiffs in em', |
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All in his beemer, you want em then' we assen em', |
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Like corners with rinem, run in em' just like women, |
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I got that bulletproof stickem, like gank-and let em' hit em', |
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Let the tommy spin em' put hollows and tiffs in em', |
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All in his beemer, you want em' then we assen em', |
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Like corners with rinem, run in em' just like women, |
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I got the cop killin' billies in my shit loaded quick, 40-cal. toys for you niggers talkin' shit, and I can make you run like Reggie, coz I be popping hoes' to the dough's in your chevvy, and no I wont bite you, fight you or scratch you, |
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Catch you on that way way, let them boys snatch you, |
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Been meaning to get at you, where you been pimpin', |
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I got some hot shit that be poppin' out and chippin', |
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You know them boys fishin' and guess who comin' with me, and I be slippin' shit in your ball -stones and kidneys, smokin' with the hippies, everything is drifty, and ill be in the bank if you wanna' come and get me, come and get me, |
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I bulletproof stickem, like gank-and let em' hit em', |
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Let the tommy spin em' put hollows and tiffs in em', |
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All in his beemer, you want em then' we assen em', |
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Like corners with rinem, run in em' just like women, |
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I got that bulletproof stickem, like gank-and let em' hit em', |
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Let the tommy spin em' put hollows and tiffs in em', |
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All in his beemer, you want em then' we assen em', |
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Like corners with rinem, run in em' just like women, |
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H-ane, block game, know we like the cop thing, |
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Squak things, pop things, all up on the block man, |
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I tell you off top man it aint about the boogie, |
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'its about the boogie and ill motherfucking show her' |
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I am tryin' to be patient, patience is a virtue, |
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You play with my emotions, you gon' make me hurt you, |
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Ill show you what the girder do, put you on a shirt or two, stick my helmets on you and I bet you they gon' murk you, you know you got that work too, supersofa squirt you, |
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Boy you just abandoned motherfucker i can purp you, |
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You can keep this merk too, and bullets they gon search you, show you what that suit, and that gasket and that church do, |
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I bulletproof stickem, like gank-and let em' hit em', |
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Let the tommy spin em' put hollows and tiffs in em', |
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All in his beemer, you want em then' we assen em', |
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Like corners with rinem, run in em' just like women, |
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I bulletproof stickem, like gank-and let em' hit em', |
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Let the tommy spin em' put hollows and tiffs in em', |
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All in his beemer, you want em then' we assen em', |
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Like corners with rinem, run in em' just like women, |
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(SOLO X 18" oh yea...... |
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BASS, BASS, BASS, BASS, BASS, BASS, BASS,) |
