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G's up, ridin' from the cradle to the casket |
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And beyond, recognize thug shit |
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Poundin' out the trunk bitch |
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Runnin' wit' a motherfuckin' hatchet |
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You haters, you suck dick was a thug, became a G |
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B to the L to the A, Z, E, still dead |
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Still don't give a fuck |
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Sportin' all black khakis with the motherfuckin' cuffs up |
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Smokin' Hella trees, tryin' to make a couple G's |
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So a thug can get back on his feet |
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Mean muggin', steady thuggin' |
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And I'm tryin' to find the hoodrat's all about fuckin' |
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Still loked out |
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All my dawgs from the past, dead or smoked out |
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Still tryin' to come up on a lick for a fat ass ride |
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So I can drop the top, and parlay through the east side |
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Niggas kick the anthem like this |
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Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch |
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Niggas kick the anthem like this |
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Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch |
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Niggas kick the anthem like this |
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Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch |
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Niggas kick the anthem like this |
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Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch |
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Bitches freeze, you ain't a thug or a G or a banga |
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You's a studio gangsta |
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You ain't about shit, scared to pull the trigga |
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That's what we call, a real bitch nigga |
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Sneekin' through the hood, throwin' up a set |
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Hangin' out the window, yellin' idol threats |
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Check this out, I'm a check your chin |
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Close your mouth, 'fore I put the barrel in |
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Dumpin' clips in yo' ass is what I'm all about |
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Straight G from the clique on a paper route |
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Still slappin' off fake bitches with the Louiville |
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Beat a nigga' to the pavement, another bitch killed |
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Niggas kick the anthem like this |
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Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch |
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Niggas kick the anthem like this |
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Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch |
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Niggas kick the anthem like this |
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Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch |
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Niggas kick the anthem like this |
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Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch |
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This is the battle for the planets, we bring the thunder |
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Givin' half the advantage, fuck a style and a status |
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Half of y'all hummin' off a half ass deal |
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And got the nerve to tell a mother fucker, "Keep it real" |
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We see through y'all fools, like cellophane on the square pack |
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You bite our shit, you can keep it, we don't want it back |
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We don't give a fuck, east side for life |
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And if you ain't got heart, don't expect to have your shit tight |
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There ain't no room for the hoe-hearted |
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We give a fuck where you at, or who you wit', or how you got started |
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Fuck you and everybody in yo' clique |
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If you don't run wit' a hatchet, or claim the Psychopathic |
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I ain't got time, to say no names |
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It's only 8 rhymes, no holla', we been in the game |
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Besides fuck it, no speakin' your name, you're just a bitch in the game |
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And y'all niggas gone' always be the same |
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Niggas kick the anthem like this |
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Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch |
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Niggas kick the anthem like this |
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Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch |
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Niggas kick the anthem like this |
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Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch |
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Niggas kick the anthem like this |
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Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch |
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Niggas kick the anthem like this |
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Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch |
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Niggas kick the anthem like this |
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Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch |
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Niggas kick the anthem like this |
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Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch |
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Niggas kick the anthem like this |
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Juggalos up in this bitch, up in this bitch |