| Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaa
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| You know you done fucked up, don’t you
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| You know you done fucked up, fedd-i-y
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| That’s my team, killas, killas
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| My entourage don’t play, we blast on sight
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| Make a hit move quick, and disappear in the night
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| War war plus more, for you hoes ass niggas
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| Separate the monkeys from the gorillas
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| Call me a ape I’m not a mark, I’m a Hogg gorilla
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| You get it lost you get tossed, for the cost nigga
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| I’m the boss of the house, plus the sauce nigga
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| From a block to a block, it don’t stop nigga
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| See you fucking with a gorilla, that’s raw and untamed
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| Testing your feet in the water, scorch it in flames
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| You kill me mayn, it ain’t shit to move niggas
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| Cemetery street booth, the pot to abuse niggas
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| Spin em around, watch em fuck to the ground nigga
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| And be like timber, cause somebody too limber
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| For the block to enter, split up his fo’head
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| I’m cross red, light speed or head at niggas
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| I don’t know how the hell you gon get fed, for free nigga
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| It’s me nigga, rep it up for the three nigga
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| Don Corleone, separate monkeys from gorillas |
| You feel that, motherfucker
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| Guns busting, blood rushing out your body
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| That make you clear the way, in a new Mazaratti
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| Niggas talk about it, but what would you do
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| If I had that big black thang, pointed at you
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| I’m Mr. 3−2, ghetto confidant
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| Ladies on dick, niggas wanna go to war
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| But I don’t bar, nothing but promethazyne
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| Spin out your limousine, lifted a whole magazine
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| Sixteen plus one, watch me square it off
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| Running through the whole house, it’s the number one Boss
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| Fuck it doors off, it don’t get no realer
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| Fucking with this Southside, Gulf Coast gorilla
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| Born a go getter, eager and ambitious
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| Coward ass bitches, getting broke like dishes
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| Caught up like fishes, and swimming in the sea
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| My repercussion as I’m busting, on the first thing I see
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| I’m a fiend for green, feddy’n my team
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| Po' nigga slow nigga, what the fuck you mean
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| First off I’m the shit, and the click I claim
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| Talking down on the name, you get two in your brain
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| With the slugs you injected, came back resurrected
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| Pimp my pen got my ends, now I’m well respected |
| Just accept it, you can’t fight fire with heat
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| Look a G in the eyes, and stop talking to my feet
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| We too deep to go to sleep, keep bumping your gums
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| Throw ones and dum-dums, buried deep in they lungs
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| I ain’t playing, so listen carefully to a G
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| You don’t want nothing, with this S.U.C
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| I mean nothing, end of discussion
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| Break a nigga bluffing, I’m busting when you rushing
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| Nigga fuck busting, I’m packing my heat
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| Leaving hoes and my foes, from they head to they feet |