| In the game of pain that rang the outlaws
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| Freaks come through at a 2 no draws
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| Stop for a sec tiga don’t take a pause
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| If you don’t see no pigs then there ain’t no laws
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| Get beefy with me 1 time when I rap
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| To all them other niggas is
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| Like bullets in the back
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| On the highway going fucka fucka fast
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| Blowing on a chopper when I’m mucka mucka mad
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| Make way steady on the dirty dirty cash
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| When nothing hurts tiga only when I laugh
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| I glorified the crime rate in my state
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| The mothafucka thinks is the fliest place
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| Die mothafucka you know I ain’t concerned
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| You make a mothafucka really do learn
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| Popeye nigga and go home and eat spinach
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| Get back on the block I really can’t finish
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| I’m ready to rap till the gods say quit
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| Until then freaks you gon hear my shit
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| Parden my manapose and parden my french
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| And god so check it out, put me in the mix
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| I’m shooting with my eyes closed at 5−0
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| Leaving every where I go smelling like a rose
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| Hanging out the car window what’s up hoes
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| Stepped out and showed the hoes the gangsta pose
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| I glorified the crime rate in my state
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| The mothafucka thinks is the fliest place
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| Your lucky you brothas go boom bang bang
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| America is the game with a gold wet rang
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| Keep your daughtars chain my eyes never change
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| Hard to break like a cuban link chain
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| Stay back fo a while the mayne in livin color
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| Instead of right next to me mothafucka
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| Die ya’ll hi ya’ll fry ya’ll
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| Spit the truth tell the youth it’s a lie ya’ll
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| The only advice I can give to a brotha
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| Is fire up the weed motha fucka
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| Check it
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| I glorified the crime rate in my state
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| The motha fucka thinks is the fliest place
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| Shit can u understand now, I’m glorified |