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(koopsta knicca) |
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I gotta plan in command on your ass bitch |
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This little short young niggas in them caskets |
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You bein' front black nigga rolled up layed up on your ass hoe |
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Better run by koopsta, crunchy, juice, paul, boo, and scarecrow |
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Theres a whole lotta demons in my world today |
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Which means you run into a nigga like koop a nutcase |
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Here i can tell by tha day its gonna be a long night |
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When i take a swipe for you life my big black buldgin' nine |
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Now while im kickin' niggas fiendin' |
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Just to kill 'em though |
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Before i go i get them swishaz with them navajos |
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Upon tha mighty mississippi |
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Now can i fuckin' kick it |
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You better answer quick |
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Before i hit you for them riches |
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(lord infamous) |
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Cuz them niggaz want to really try to jump up |
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But they know they gonna catch a couple |
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Of my sub-machine gun fire to they jaws |
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I kick shit flyin' through tha air |
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You wanna dare to test me ? |
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I'm tha infamous nightmare i wanna break some laws |
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I practice secret forms of voodoo culture |
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Dead flesh culture |
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>from my pet vultures |
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Sleepin' in tha death defying beyond human measurements |
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Into my private temple in tha middle of mount everest |
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Smokin pine as i sky dive off a mountain |
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In my mind blood squirtin' high out of fountains |
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Countin corpses in my black fortress |
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In tha hallway paintin' satanic portraits |
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(dj paul) |
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See it was me, lil buck, and my nigga lil knife |
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And some thug ass fool i never seen in my life |
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We roll in bobby's 'lac with tha gold bones and vogues |
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Full grain |
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Cloth top |
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Steady pullin' them hoes |
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Tha nigga that i didn't know said he had some on a weed |
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And stoppin' by tha crib so he can get up on some cheese |
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I've seen shit in tha game as soon as he opened his mouth |
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We dropped him off tha fool went behind tha fuckin' house |
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I didn't think shit about it but some minutes had to pass |
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Make me really not trust his busta ass |
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I looked around and somethin' just made my eye switch |
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Twenty mo niggaz dressed just like tha bitch |
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Not takin' no chances i'm knowin' it's a stick up |
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But when we tried to bail we got blocked by a pickup |
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Dropped tha fools tryin to test my pimpin' |
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To see what i'm all about |
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But speakin to soon i got blasted |
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When i stepped up out tha cadillac |
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Vision blur i'm seein' 9-9 |
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I was up on my back seein' a 6-6 up on a street sign |
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Lil buck slamed right into them durves |
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Baby you want to scoop me as i cross straight to tha curb |
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My nigga lil knife let tha tech start rippin' me |
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>from tha last hoes who still stood on they feet |
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Now we gettin' tha fuck up out of the hood |
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That was all wrong but takin some lifes made it right |
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It was a long night |
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(juicy "j") |
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It was a long night when i was locked down in 201 |
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Back against tha wall smokin a square cuz it aint no fun |
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Watch them niggas fight over phone calls |
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Gettin' buck |
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Knowin' when they get they life sentence man they ass stuck |
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Niggas always nervous cuz they servin bustas with a swords |
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Pullin' tha real killaz, gd's, crips and vice lords |
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Lower level aint a joke |
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A nigga got his neck broke |
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Thrown to tha ground like a bitch pickin' up tha soap |
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But i wasn't goin cas a nigga like me kept my shank |
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If a fool stepped to me his face'll be in tha paint |
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Waitin' for a guard talkin' smart |
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It'll be a fight |
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In 201 locked down |
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It was a long ass night |
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(lord infamous) |
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We caught them devils basement |
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I walked down tha hallway |
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Where tha walls are lined with candle light |
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Sacraficin' |
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Goin' it enter tha triple six mafia gun room |
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Soon i will choose tha weapon i find most appropriate |
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For reasons i take tha smith & wesson and a mac 10 |
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Paul walked in he grabbed a street sweeper |
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Grim reaper and a glock 19 |
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Crunchy black he took tha goddamn m-16 |
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Boo called tha koopsta |
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Told him to get tha shovel ready for burial |
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Of the bodies |
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Lets put them on unsolved mysteries |
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Ease please creep up in tha trees with tha night scope |
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And held it on tha blunt can blow nothin' but red dope |
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Them niggas died in a blast we stuck they gas in |
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Motha fuckin' triple 6 assassins |
