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Yeah, yeah! |
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Yeah, we keep it bouncin like this |
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Yeah, huh, we keep it movin like |
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Listen, listen, look.. |
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The most wanted man in america, i +soul assassinate+ your character |
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Quickly embarass ya as easy as *************! |
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Pressin my buttons ************* is just like pressin your luck |
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China-white, a hundred percent, pure uncut |
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Detonate, little kuwait, i'm blowin *************t up |
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Go ahead, make your mistake, and throw that punch |
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I'ma pull this forty-four mag and make you strip |
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Then walk down the street naked, some gangsta *************t |
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Make it complete, i yell dance, shoot at your feet (dance *************!) |
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*************z be weak, i found out you talk in your sleep |
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Since you a *************, you came back, went in for more cash |
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Baseball both of your legs, i'll trip on your ass |
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[chorus: xzibit] |
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You never stop me cause you movin too slow |
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And we not the mother******s that you thinkin you know |
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It ain't the dollars it's the principle of it so love it or leave it |
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Forever hardcore, so you better believe it |
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In all black, full metal jackets that make you move back |
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Move units the same way i used to move crack |
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You never stop me cause you movin too slow |
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And we not the mother******s that you thinkin you know |
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[xzibit] |
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Yeah, yeah, most of the time i'm totin a nine |
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In my waistline or behind this close to my spine |
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I write these, negative fines, and heat for lines |
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Last seen in a black trenchcoat, at columbine |
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Peep the design, make your remains hard to find |
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I ain't afraid to exchange fire, just cross this line |
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Most *************z got guns but still don't know how to aim right |
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I remain tight, sleep in a coffin, avoidin daylight |
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[chorus] |
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[king tee] |
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We sit upon a plateau, with guns and cash flow |
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Sadaam and castro, terror to the last blow |
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I mash dough and half these cats you ass slow |
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It's relative, and all positively negative |
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It's like, cuz fla*************n his gat, thinkin he cute |
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While i'm paranoid, cookin that loot, urgin to shoot |
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+assassinate+ the +soul+ and bring life |
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A fascinatin flow by king trife, listen |
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I'm in a ****** up position, my baby momma keep *************in |
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*************z is dry snitchin, and switchin |
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Not to mention, my cousin cookin crack in my kitchen |
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So why the ************* you think my braincells keep flippin? |
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Plus most *************z round these parts got weak hearts |
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Call theyselves thugs when they let the heat spark |
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You mark, cross me and pay that tax |
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Punch you in the mouth and take that gat, mother******! |
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[chorus 2x] |
