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Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen |
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Let's get together and give a great big round of applause to |
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To a new group |
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Ah, *************t, |
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Scarface is on the mix |
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So, yo, suck a ************* ************* |
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Or make a ************* rich or somethin', ************* |
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See, I come from the place known as the |
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South Park |
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ZoneTalkin' *************t, ain't into clickin' take your punk ass home' |
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Cause I'm the type of ************* that'll chuck |
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Hit you in the chest with a mother******' tec and watch you jump |
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So die mother*******s, die mother*******s, die |
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Look deep into the eyes of a killer smokin', fry |
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One ************* you can't ************* wit' |
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Cause I'm a born killer with the mind of a lunatic |
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So bring in body bags when |
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I start bangin'' |
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Cause I'm leavin' mother*******s laid out with they brains hangin' |
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Straight gettin' down for mine |
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And I'll ************* up a ************* 'cause |
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I don't mind dyin' |
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So feel me, drill me put a bullet in my head |
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But yo, you can't kill me 'cause |
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I'm already dead |
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Scarface goin' psycho, yeah |
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Play *************, get ****** and take two to your head |
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I'm Bushwick |
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Bill but call me |
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Chuckie5th ward hard *************, play hero and buck me' |
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Cause I'm known to pull your skull out |
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Grip a mother******* by his neck and gouge his ******' eyes out |
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I'm insane by a long shot, hey |
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Chuckwick |
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Bill a.k.a |
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Charles Libre |
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A short ************* with some long nuts |
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Drop you dead in your bed, now |
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I'm ready for a long ************* |
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Necromance that ass for a minute |
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And split that mother******' clique when |
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I'm finished |
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You punk ******* be retreatin' |
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Freddy and |
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Jason runnin' home with their mouths bleedin' |
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So welcome to the slaughterhouse trance5th ward |
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Texas Chuckie's concentration camp |
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You punk mother*******s fled |
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And those who didn't make it got two to the ******' head |
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Buck him down, buck him down, come again |
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Two to the chin, |
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Ice Cube'll blast they ass 'til the end |
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With my pistol, runnin' from da lench mob |
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Is how you survive in south central |
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Kick the instrumental, run and get your bigger crew' |
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Cause it's judgment day and |
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Ice Cube is termi************* 2 |
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Pow, pow, buck, buck, pow, buck |
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Your name is |
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Stucky Mack, now you realize that you're ****** |
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Two to the brain, |
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I leave a migraine |
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Have you coolin' like a vegetable but you're not edible |
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It's the incredible, buck your ass from head to toe |
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Audi 5000, don't wait for the feds to show' |
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Cause they'll have me go up, up the river |
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Where the white boys'll try to make a ************* |
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Walk, walk the plank, got the shank, hide the tape |
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Around the handle, gotta let 'em know what |
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I stand for |
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In the chow line, now is the time |
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See the trustee, walk up from behind |
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Real quick, shank, shank, leave his ass red |
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Mother******* dead from two to the head |
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See where |
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I come from the crime rate only rises |
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The murderers disguise in all ages shapes and sizes |
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******* picked up and *************ed up, *************z they gettin' stuck up |
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Give up what you got or get your ass shut the ************* up |
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Run 'em down and gun 'em down, yeah, that's how we do it |
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*************z get killed and then filled with embalmin' fluid |
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Step to the *************z that |
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I'm checkin', pull out the tec |
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And I reckon you'll get murdered in a second |
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Bang with the nine, boom with the pow |
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Mother*******s are fallin' and crawlin' on the ground |
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Snitches get stitches, ******* that act snotty |
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Inside the parties even the hotties get turned to bodies |
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Now I heard, they got other places that's similar |
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But I represent, |
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New York, you ************* around, |
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I'm killin' ya |
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A whole block of cops patrollin' when |
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I'm rollin' |
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And if my pockets are swollen, you know, somebody sick |
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I've stolen |
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Yeah, you *************z get ripped when my clip goes in the |
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S M I T H |
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W E double |
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S O N or the reliable revolver |
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And like I said before, it's the mother******' problem solver |
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So bring it on *************, get brave |
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It's plenty mother*******s gettin' sent to early graves' |
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Cause when a ************* gets fed |
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Then all you mother*******s get two to the ******' head |
