| Straight from the muthafuckin' land ah the heartless
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| Five true thugs from the double Glock
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| Ready ta pop to the dome, eternally it’s on
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| Yeah
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| Staright Mo Thug nigga return from the Claire
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| Test this hustla betta not dare
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| We thug on the block distribute our yayo
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| Little Layzie be there
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| Daily collectin' me bank roll
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| Rollin' wid Trues, nothing to lose
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| Never the less ain’t about that talking
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| Screamin' out murda coming ta serve ya
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| Nigga we told ya Bone be stalking, (sleep walking)
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| Number one assassin
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| Pick up the pump and it causing the 12-guage eruption
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| Let loose wid ah buckshot blastin'
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| Bone up outta the cut and we buckin'
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| Eternally here to stay in the khaki suits and the high tec boots
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| Oops I’m comin' wid troops, fools
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| Be ready ta shoot collectin' my loot
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| Blazin' and burnin' my grain
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| Nasty insane, I crept and I came
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| Niggas that fell off that thought they could hang
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| Givin' up slang, tryna' fuck wid ah chain gang, bang!
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| Str8 land ah the heartless
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| Where the thugs be thinkin' on execution
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| Straight prosecution little Lay go buck and start confusion
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| Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
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| I swang wid ah clique tight clan
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| Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
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| Swang wid ah clique tight clan
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| Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
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| I swang wid ah clique tight clan
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| Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
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| Swang wid ah clique tight clan
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| Come on and follow me hollow points now, pow
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| Pullin' they body underground
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| Put 'em in the grave they lay away down
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| Claire player, stay down
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| I’m one ah the thuggest muthaFUCKAS in yo city
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| And ah me strapped back
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| Ride, ready to pap pap in broad daylight
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| Chill wit' me roll-roll-roll to the Bone yard hit that hydro
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| That’s where I would bail
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| That’s where I would sell
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| Well I really keep that high on, my mind fried
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| Ride to the darkside, feel the darkness
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| East ninety nine, mine the thugs I luvs em, heartless yeah
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| Follow me now, and ride, follow me come inside
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| You can run but won’t escape alive
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| So many tried but died
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| Niggas be runnin' and duckin' them bullets
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| They try to escape me but only get sprayed
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| Gotta get away when the po-po's chase me
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| So me, runnin' wid-a-me gauge
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| Bang bang, put em' in a coffin
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| Buck buck, dumpin' them bodies
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| (Come again) dumpin' them bodies
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| (murder them) even their posse
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| Thug what, check on the Glock Glock
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| We do wet it, we swang
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| Niggas like me 'cane and remain
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| Smoke bud all day and maintain
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| They come, they gun, they run
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| From the po-po jump the fence
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| Hit 95th and now
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| Nigga let’s roll some shit
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| Let’s smoke out, thug it for a minute, well damn
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| That’s them, tell po-po back up off me
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| Nigga me fucked up now
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| Little Johnny screamin' out 6−5
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| That’s whenna me jumped up, I’m out now
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| Little nigga playin' wid them ho-lice hit the Claire
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| Get 'em up wid, beware I take
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| Nigga need some weed
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| That’s funny I ain’t got no money
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| Nigga put me down
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| Swing to the bus stop, swig some brews
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| Really don’t drink but it’s for me Trues
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| Four crazy niggas wid nuthin' to looooose
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| Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
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| I swang wid ah clique tight clan
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| Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
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| Swang wid ah clique tight clan
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| Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
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| I swang wid ah clique tight clan
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| Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
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| Swang wid ah clique tight clan
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| Heeeeey
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| I’m from the C-Town we be down
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| Thug niggas done straight came up
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| Nigga wanna test must rest
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| Buckshots all in that chest he’s fucked up
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| Killas from the nigga that’s realer
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| In wid that Claire
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| Bendin' that dunn
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| Pop when they run dunn
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| Bodies gon' fall my Cleveland niggas what’s up
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| Get down for that thang gotta gang bang bang if you have to
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| Beat ah nigga down in any town
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| Now don’t let me catch ya
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| Mentality straight from the C-Town
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| Where everyday niggas get beat down
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| Betta think before you run up
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| I gun up but I think he peeps game now
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| To the niggas there’s just nobody fuckin' wid Bone
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| Swang with the click I claim
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| It’s on, eternal e flow style
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| Nigga that’s Bone…
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| Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
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| I swang wid ah clique tight clan
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| Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
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| Swang wid ah clique tight clan
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| Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
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| I swang wid ah clique tight clan
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| Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
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| Swang wid ah clique tight clan
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| Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
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| I swang wid ah clique tight clan
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| Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
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| Swang wid ah clique tight clan
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| Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
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| I swang wid ah clique tight clan
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| Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
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| Swang wid ah clique tight clan |