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So many, my ******s |
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Keep reachin' the top of this mountain |
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So can what i do |
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K-roc ain't go beg the believas |
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I'm from where the prophets |
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******s that a felt me |
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Make a little rich with a thug (??) click |
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K-roc ain't got no more |
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I'm on top this ************t though |
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Check this place |
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Am i came with juice man can scratch |
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Tired of the scam |
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****** up his chest |
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Heavens gonna give me some |
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Plus i'm on the dub |
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They might know we on edge |
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And why ****** the frown |
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Wonder where gooby at |
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************ if you suckin' that ************ |
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Prophet posse we made it ************ |
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K-roc we rockin' wit empty (??) |
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May kick in this ************t that you can't understand |
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To bad that ************ is a want to be killa |
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We murder the ************ and fall out of the fame |
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I got six digits on my bank statement, rock |
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Ain't if you be like at ****** |
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The two behind the dot |
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So how they thinkin' they gon' stand up to the six |
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I spend a hundred g-b's |
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To i terrarize this click |
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Can the cameras, bees in the trees |
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Of my domain |
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So i can feel safe when i'm goin' off that oozy man |
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Go low mass suburban, uh |
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Go low mass and impala, nuh |
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I can brag for days |
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But because you nosie hoes |
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I'm stoppin' uh |
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************ rest rest |
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Out there finna crash like a lunatic |
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Is it to them ************ |
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If finna get em' |
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Tricks with cataract |
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Head back to bisac |
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Have they take him to woods |
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Them goose ate his body |
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The body's no good |
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Now i would let them buck him |
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But the hoe just make me sick |
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Sick sick like a mad man |
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When the woofers start blastin' |
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Here yee, here yee don't you see |
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I got that three 6 mafia here |
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Were deeper than your faculty |
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Chorus x4 |
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Sport (??) in the cemetery |
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Were blowin' hard |
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Cuase they don't know nothin' |
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But the money for (??) |
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I gotta get it |
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While the gettin' is good |
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Yeah, you know the motto ************ |
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Out to set that chedder |
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Cause it's better when you havin' ************t |
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Dollar signs is on my mind |
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Look into my ******' eyes |
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Gettin' you hypnotized |
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Lettin' you know that prophet is on the rise |
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Why you fantasizin' |
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Visualize me as you mrs. |
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I'm somewhere on that mowett |
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And smokin' blunts |
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Is how i kick it |
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So ******s recognize that in this here ******s |
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So don't you see |
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Comin' hard as thunder |
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Ready to rumble |
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What's it gonna be |
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Come on a journey |
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On to the world |
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Or do you know about where the ****** be hearin' |
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This house of scarecrow make headin' to make it back home in the 21st |
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Century |
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We ******s keep letchin' the duration |
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The three 6 (??) i punish |
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Your facin' the ready to place the grace behave |
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We leavin' no traces |
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Were paperchasin' |
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Don't maybe get to rockin' |
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Whit this mother******' stock and facin' to the stock |
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And open seseme my forty thieves done a chop |
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Know what they croppin' |
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When we ride grand larceny tonight |
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You best be slidin' through three 6 murderers |
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Creep form the black side |
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I got this plan |
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This plan to rob a man |
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Tell him we got plenty of white |
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Get a ****** a key of sand |
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Take his ******' cheese |
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Count them g's |
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Then go overseas |
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To them colongus make them drop it off |
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Say ****** please |
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Back to the hood |
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With them good |
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From my ******s **** |
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Nothin' but the pure |
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And that chronic that'll make you choke |
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I'm stugglin' in that paperchase |
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From day to day |
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All in the crime |
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For you ******s snitchin' |
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Proppin' dimes |
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I'm takin' care of mine |
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Chorus x4 |
