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Chorus |
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Destruction terror and mayhem |
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Pass me a..... |
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(koopsta knicca) |
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Look in the eyes of this muthafuckin' wise guy |
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I got the nine on my side |
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But let me tell you why |
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Inside the blackness of the skies |
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Lie the fuckein' robbers |
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Can i call it off you got the dope |
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You got this coke right on ya |
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How could you speed with the street sweeper to yo chest |
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We had to spread |
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Aw yeah but guess what happened next |
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Me and my six niggas had to rip them temples in |
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I didn't want to kill 'em |
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But i filled 'em i ain't bullshittin' |
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(dj paul) |
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Bitches when we see ya we gonna get'cha |
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We cockin' 45's to yo temple |
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Let the bullet hit'cha |
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We ain't gonna stop |
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Mark my word |
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Ain't no shootin' in there ever |
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Enemies ain't birds |
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All this medicine done made me crazy |
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I'm starting to lace it |
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I should've stopped a long time ago |
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But i was lazy |
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You sissy son of a bitch |
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You need to turn yo self in |
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We want'cha bad in the south |
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The quicker you pay |
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The quicker the payment be |
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Chorus |
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(juicy "j") |
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It's about 1'oclock am in my hood |
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In my set 4 deep in the steamer |
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Gettin' high |
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'bout to we me a motherfucka up |
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Aftermath when i blast |
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Leave a motherfucka bucked |
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Layin' down in the grass |
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Niggas acting like they hard |
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Pullin' cards |
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But they fake |
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Niggas claiming that they bad |
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Looking mad for they trait |
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Talk down on a playa |
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But they smile in yo face |
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We gonna ride on you fools |
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Get away without no case |
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(gangsta boo) |
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Hoes killing me softly |
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Trying to put me to the test |
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Give me a fuckin' reason just to snap yo neck |
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I be the one with flow that's hurting all you hoes |
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Late night |
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Creeping bitch at your boyfriends door |
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Never be out to playa hate |
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Strictly out for my riches |
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I ain't got time for this shit |
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Cause it's money over bitches |
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Bustas be telling me to leave |
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Niggas stay out of mine |
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Who gives a damn what you think |
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Bitch i'm prophet for life |
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Chorus |
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(lord infamous) |
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Never take her for the reasons of a killa |
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Six dimensions |
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Let the ammunition take you through |
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The darkness of the solar system |
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Malice murderers of many men |
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Multiply incisions |
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They certain their vision |
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Get them percision and death permission |
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Best believe |
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I keep them over seventeen |
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Up in any magazine |
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Cuaght the wicked packed |
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That fool is jacked and catch a casuality |
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Having the capacity |
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To try to pull a strap on me |
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But infamous is coming with the motherfuckin' stack of the |
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Teflon plated served peala' |
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I do not recommend fucking with scarcrow |
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Nigga got you making tons of enemies |
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Triple that much in artillery |
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Showing no love for not anything |
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Popping yo head to the butcher swing |
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Polish the blade on the guillotine |
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Put that bitch out his misery |
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Fuck a hoe out the galaxy |
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Infamous with a fatality |
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There's no way you can imagine |
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Bodies stacked up on the battle scene |
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Living pyschopatheticly |
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Scarecrow terror tennessee |
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Chorus |
