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All right! when we go up in this goddamn house |
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All i want is the motherfuckin' kids! |
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As far as pops i don't give a fuck what you do... |
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Bust him in his motherfuckin' head! |
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If he got any money, take it! |
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If there is money there, rob the motherfuckin' joint! |
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As far as moms bust her in her goddamn head! |
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Dumb bitch, that's the reason we're going up in there! |
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She don't know what the fuck she's talkin' about! |
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Everyone get back, this is a rap jack |
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I'm takin' your kids' brains, you aint gettin'em back |
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With a move of perfection, my dissection |
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Some call it lethal injection |
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I'm gonna fill'em with hard drums |
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Big drums, bitches, hoes and death, come on and get some |
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I'm not the nigga that you want to leave your kids alone |
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Cause i got my own opening-dome kit |
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And once again i'm gonna put them under my fuckin' spell |
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They might start givin' you fuckin' hell |
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Start changin' the way they walk |
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They talk, they act, now, whose fuckin' fault is that? |
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The home invader... |
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Yo, moms you can basically just suck my dick! |
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This is a home invasion... |
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Yo, pops that shit you talkin' is noise! word! you full of shit! |
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Check this out, moms, i said time bomb |
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And they sit in your house and remain calm |
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Till you feed'em lies and the flip |
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Start talkin' crazy shit (fuck you!) |
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Might call you and pops a fool |
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Tell ya that's why they hate school |
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Been offensive and askin' questions |
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Give your brain indigestion |
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Why? why? because i have indoctrinated the youth |
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Yhey're mentally intoxicated with truth |
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So they know the noise you talk are lies |
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Pretty damn soon they'll be by (i'm outta here) |
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They listen to me and i give'em the real |
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And every night caps get peeled |
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And every night a ho gets smacked |
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A fool gets jacked |
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Now, whose fuckin' fault was that? |
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The home invaders... |
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Yo! yo! yo! |
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All that shit you taught me, mom, was full of shit! |
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Know what i'm sayin'? |
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How the fuck you gonna tell me to run my motherfuckin' life? |
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Bitch! you dont even know who the fuck you are! |
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You talkin' about you don't like rap, you don't like how i dress! |
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Yo! fuck you and pops! i'm outta here! |
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Both of y'all can kiss my ass... |
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All cops want me, so does the f.b.i. |
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Because my rhymes are fly |
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They still tryin' to stop m,e shut me down block me |
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Make motherfuckas boycott me |
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But that will never happen, it's impossible |
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I move straight through all obstacles |
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They say i'm fuckin' up the minds of little kids |
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But half of my fans are in college |
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P.m.r.c. suck my dick, please |
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You can kiss my ass while you're on your knees |
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Word! you're listening to the verbal assassinator |
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E's the crossfader, your factual updater |
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Until your cranium grows like uranium |
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Hard as titanium, parents, i'm blamin'em |
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For teachin' you lies about life, racist viewpoints |
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And other trite bullshit they learned back in the day |
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While i learned about death from an a.k. |
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But they'll never quite understand |
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Bam, bam, bam, no gat is the walkman |
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Boom, bash, yeah, yo, it's goin' down |
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Me and ice cube are in town |
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But the fuckin' pigs cancelled the concert |
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They're just scared of some niggers that do work |
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What they do? what did i do? |
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Just say truth motherfucka and it's comin' through |
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I tell you what we did: we stole your fuckin' kids |
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The home invader... |
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All right! we got the motherfuckin' kids! |
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We outta here! c'mon... |