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I represent where them killaz hang |
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(lord infamous) |
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The ganja i'm chokin' |
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The laws'll get broken |
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The pussies are open |
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The killas is scopin' |
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The (?) is smokin' |
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Is bloodily soakin' |
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The scarecrow |
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The sicker |
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The snizote i'm locin' |
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We up in the attic |
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My victim in panic |
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They try to get franic |
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Got blowed off the planet |
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They don't understand it |
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Soldiers can't stand it |
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That's how i planned it |
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Fuck you goddamnit |
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My automatic |
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Ready for static |
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Blastery tragic |
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Have you in plastic |
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Way my mind be twisted |
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Got me itchin' gotta have it |
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Niggas want to approach lord infamous |
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But i am loco i will blow |
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Your head off your shoulders |
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(project pat) |
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Mister murderer robbers |
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Niggas with some charges |
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You fake mothafuckas |
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We gonna finish what you started |
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Yo heart is a nigga set |
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Bitch you best ah have a gat |
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Smoke a nigga |
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With that trigga |
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Memphis nigga project pat |
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I'm down like the kamakaze souldier on a killin' spree |
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Once we get into it dog |
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You gonna have to murder me |
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Who i be |
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I'm hidin' in the bushes layin' |
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Push us to the ground |
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Ghetto clown |
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Off your blood you shall drown |
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(koopsta knicca) |
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Too dim not today |
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Now the koopstas off the streets |
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Only real g's close to me |
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He's (?) |
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People sayin' folks |
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Tryin' to take me as a joke |
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But this pimp shit bitch |
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Can't go i ti-zook all of you hoes |
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Loadin' up my mind |
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Daily fuckin' my patience |
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Runnin' from my visitations |
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Just the coo fool can ya face me |
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Claim to be my friend |
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When ya takin' a second look |
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I guess it's on then |
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Big bizness bitch |
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No money on my book |
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Manne this shit is hectic |
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So i'm callin' up to got |
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Me and my charge partna booga |
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He's a rapper down with us |
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Party (?) 17's where i dwell |
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Stale (?) on my shelf |
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I'm fellin' as if i'm in hell |
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Yea soon i be bailed |
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Pale well if it's swell |
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Triple platinum with the (?) |
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Deja vu fuck when i left |
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Oh me isn't this a binitch |
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Please excuse me for my frenech |
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But you writin' all these lyrics |
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If ya hear me then ya feel me |
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(crunchy black) |
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In the hood where i dwell |
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And i dwell real well |
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For you playa hatin' ass bitches |
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Manne you might as well burn in hell |
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When you smell the aroma |
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>from them blunts when i hit corners |
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Don't you duck |
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Don't you dodge |
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Cuase it's only gonna be |
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Murder murder on my mind |
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Leavin' blank in the pass |
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When you drop that fuckin' glass |
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Manne i bet'cha i kill yo ass |
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Nigga pop with the glock |
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In a pine fuckin' box |
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Don't you try to call the fuckin' cop |
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Cause a nigga ain't gonna stop |
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(project pat) |
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Shootin', cappin', jack and chill |
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Lettin' you so calleds know the deal |
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Hollow tips yo ass gonna feel |
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Roll yo dice bitch and you real |
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Fuckin' with the click, the crew, the clan |
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You gon' recognize |
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G's swangin' out they trees |
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Have you stankin' with the flies |
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Cries comin' up out yo mouth |
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But they muffled by the tone |
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When i pull the trigga back |
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You enter the enternal zone |
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Southside killas |
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Always stayin' strapped with them thangs |
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Project pat |
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Memphis, tennessee |
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Where them killaz hang |
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Chorus |