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Yeah ******* - part four muh'****** |
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Thugged out ******* (Grimey) |
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Neptunes - ******* what ******* (Grimey) |
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Violator - ******* what ******* (Grimey) |
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This *******t is serious - type serious (Grimey) |
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Uh, uh-uh, ******* what ******* (Grimey) |
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Uh, uh-uh, ******* what ******* (Grimey) |
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Uh, uh-uh, part four ******* (Grimey) |
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Yo, yo, yo |
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It's like *******, it's King Tut jewelry, blind fury ******* |
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I smoke boogies, conspiracy theory |
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It's like I'm Malcolm, with just the X |
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These *******es swear they in love but it's just the X |
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*******s act like, my coke ain't long in stress |
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Like I don't keep two shotguns, under my chest |
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I flip, obsolete see I'm the king of the streets |
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And show muh'******s how to rhyme on Neptunes' beats |
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In Miami, Pun shoulda, won the Grammy |
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This year I'll bring the *******t home to his family |
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Go 'head, and keep hatin, until you receive |
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Mad volts in your chest plate, hard to breathe |
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See you a hater like Star & Buc, ******* what |
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And ******* Tommy Boy, them *******z just suck |
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I'm the ultimate, gun on my *******, hoes swallow my spit |
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Wanna drink every bottle I sip |
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******* when that heat, is bustin off |
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And the ambulance come, and rush you off |
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And the witness like - we don't know dem boys |
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Me and my *******z goin hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey |
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Then we resume, hangin with stars |
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Then we live in fat houses and fat ass cars |
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Then we drive and scream - ******* ******* the law |
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Me and my *******z goin hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey |
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Yo, yo |
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I alternated with the greatest, upgraded my speech |
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We Violator violatin, y'all *******z capiche? |
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It's sun/son safe like late night on (?) beach |
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Drink some river ranches and get slurped at least |
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Let's have fun wit it, in the Bridge my *******z dunn wit it |
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*******z had hit records, but we done did it |
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Pop a collar; see them chicks they like to holla N.O.! |
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You know them hoes already know they gotta swallow |
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Money like Nutty Professor - fat as ******* |
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Four gold albums; ain't none of it luck |
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Brad Pitt, Fight Club *******t, ****** you up |
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Since you, seem so tense release the mutts |
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I'm connected, the police release my cuffs |
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Call me Fillmore, naw ******* cause I'ma feel more |
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******* this my year, you gonna feel Nore |
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Money we got it but still try and feel more |
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Type of *******role, we must be dunns (Grimey) |
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Toothbrush shanks and rusty guns (Grimey) |
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******* get popped can't hush me son (Grimey) |
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Sellin everything 'til they cuff me dunn (Grimey) |
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93 Ac' ******* a Range ******* (Grimey) |
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Saliva at the mouth of your chain ******* (Grimey) |
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Reynolds wrap, coke, and doo-rags (Grimey) |
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Never cleanin up, ******* screw that (Grimey) |
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You see we unbreakable, y'all *******z is uncapable |
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We 2G ******* we use gats that's untraceable |
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Still smokin, and *******z know how I do it |
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Keep big shanks, *******t'll cut in half your Buick |
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Just me and shorty, late night in the park |
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And gettin so much brains I'm startin to feel smart |
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Off Beelzebub, feelin my love with cold heart |
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See these fake *******z, my fists'll break *******z |
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We switchin labels, now it's time to break *******z |
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We switchin labels, now it's time to break *******z |
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Hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey |
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Violator - ******* what ******* (Grimey) |
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This *******t is serious (Grimey) |
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(Grimey) (Grimey) |
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(Grimey) (Grimey). |
