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But my niggaz talkin about robbin well jump into the chevy hit the dash board |
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Get the mask But all my niggaz talkin about swoppin the wheel the devil control |
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Me to a sweet robbery |
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(DJ Paul) |
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I cruise in my chevy shakin these late nights and soon a killa will thank me |
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Will come out again to take another life Im tired of hidin from 5-0 cas these |
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Fools scope me nightly Im changin my identity and playin more roles than that |
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Nigga spike lee this shit aint fake I gotta break and get the fuck back from |
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This murder case for chill this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it aint |
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So fun when its real them cops cant roll to Triple Six so no lord can save 'em |
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I try to least say not after that but now I ask of another favor one of my |
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Homies died two of my niggaz in the JC but now I ask of you first power bring |
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'em back to me we ran a job off top we had to pop some cops bust in some fools |
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House made us lead us to his stash spizot Skeemask over my skull papers in my |
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Mouth cause Im grilled bitch its a house call glock nine with no love killaz |
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From the south gotta peel caps that make your shells fall but I will be the |
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Only one still leg locked employed cause job to me you need to lay down you |
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Niggaz you bitch |
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Es you snitches smoke swishers and plan my sweet robberies |
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(Juicy J) |
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This shit is on Im scopin out this fool that I dont like who fucked me out some |
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Money wait till the night Im gonna touch him with a gauge gotta touch him wit a |
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Gauge nigga think he fucked me gonna get his ass sprayed first I hit the weed |
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Bomb hit full of redrum nigga betta give me some or I'll make your body numb |
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Bitch I thought you knew it was on when when you pulled that shit flodgin ass |
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Nigga prepare for tha trigger wit no fuckin heart you gonna meet this sick |
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Killa dont step you better watch your back better watch your self watch out for |
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The niggaz you trust or take your last breath when I put this tone up in yo |
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Face its gonna be a case without no trace the robber had a mask on tryin to get |
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His blast on no evidence this shit'll be erased were in pauls chevy deep were |
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Visions in your sleep the Juice, Project Pat, Lil Glock & S.O.G, Lord Infamous, |
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And Crunchy Black got them gats to your back another sweet robbery another |
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Muthafucker jacked |
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(Koopsta Knicca) |
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The devils in the air yea helpin that I find your sorrow straight buddah smokes |
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We robbin hoe koopsta knicca know leavin them bitches no sorrow that why I'll |
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Never know the secrets of the many double quickness you can pick it up in |
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Dividend get a ton of burn in the end by the Koopsta nigga your deadly friend I |
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Take you for your ride take you to the evil side bitch i'd rather see you dead |
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Than alive misery burn outta cry for one day not all misery cured cops caught |
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The witness on me and my nigga keep ??? in all them hoes So you triziks can |
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Witness the Triple Six click for them souls like robbery pros kurt rolled the |
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Windows solo so we can get out of here Paul caught two bitches in the den |
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Comiting a rob with the ten ten corpses dead with torches to the night into |
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They brain them pray day always so we buried them bitches on amother day no |
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Heavin sin no evidence man you cant fuck with this for you niggaz who wont |
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Wanna give up all of your shit then you gon be a dead bitch you hear him an |
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Then a body droppin in a |
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Ditch they say Im crazy though i really say im a lunatic |
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