| I done mixed murder with that beef, it ain’t turn out nice
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| I call these niggas Tony Tiger tryna earn they stripes
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| Them boys caught deuces when we spit, I’m shooting with precise
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| I’m in his head just like a dread, or better yet, some lice
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| I done mixed murder with that beef, it ain’t turn out nice
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| I call these niggas Tony Tiger tryna earn they stripes
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| Them boys caught deuces when we spit, I’m shooting with precise
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| I’m in his head just like a dread, or better yet, some lice
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| Niggas talking brazy, so fugazi, 'cause I signed to Baby
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| Bitch, you gotta pay me, ain’t no maybe, that 2000's baby
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| I just wanna blow, but all these folks, they tryna fucking play me
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| If I kick the door, good Lord, I know the consequence I’m making
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| Sent 'em up the road like why you had two hundred fucking saying?
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| Six off to the dome 'cause niggas told, the statements, yeah they made it
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| Tryna paint a picture but don’t got the paintbrushes to paint it
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| Crackers tryna frame me
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| Behind my day one, I can’t fucking claim it
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| Got tired of all that dissing, this and that, tryna give the whack
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| My nigga hollerin' ten-four, roger that, I trick or treat him back
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| Halloween my fire gon' ha-ha that, intercept the sack
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| No Cover 3, I let them dogs attack, we gon' sic on that
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| I done mixed murder with that beef, it ain’t turn out nice
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| I call these niggas Tony Tiger tryna earn they stripes
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| Them boys caught deuces when we spit, I’m shooting with precise
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| I’m in his head just like a dread, or better yet, some lice
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| I done mixed murder with that beef, it ain’t turn out nice
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| I call these niggas Tony Tiger tryna earn they stripes
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| Them boys caught deuces when we spit, I’m shooting with precise
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| I’m in his head just like a dread, or better yet, some lice
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| Contemplating on some bodies 'cause I got me some enemies
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| Only real niggas in my circle, I don’t do the frenemies
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| Bitch, you know I’m Shotta Fam, and you niggas ain’t no kin to me
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| Crew of niggas talkin' down, so I’m goin' on a killing spree
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| Brand new Draco, got a fifty round, I love how it sound
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| Just like Yung Joc, if he play around, then it’s gon' down
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| I’m an East Memphis baby, all they do is move them pounds
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| I’m exposing all these niggas 'cause these niggas really clowns
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| That nigga jumped in the water, it was too deep
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| I just got me a Glock, that’s a two-three
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| A brand new chopper, finna kick it, hold .223's
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| And when I bust it, I’ma send a nigga six feet deep, yeah
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| I done mixed murder with that beef, it ain’t turn out nice
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| I call these niggas Tony Tiger tryna earn they stripes
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| Them boys caught deuces when we spit, I’m shooting with precise
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| I’m in his head just like a dread, or better yet, some lice
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| I done mixed murder with that beef, it ain’t turn out nice
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| I call these niggas Tony Tiger tryna earn they stripes
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| Them boys caught deuces when we spit, I’m shooting with precise
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| I’m in his head just like a dread, or better yet, some lice |