| Twelve shotty, I’m in to catch yo body
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| Put a couple in yo chest and leave you leakin' in the party
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| We Machiavelli, we shoot nice,
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| I’m Biggie Smalls, I’m Easy Wright
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| Twelve shotty, I’m in to catch yo body
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| Put a couple in yo chest and leave you leakin' in the party
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| I’m Jam Jay, I’m Cam Night
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| I’m Michael Jackson, I’m Chris Light
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| (Verse)
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| Gas it up for more petrol, no time to let go
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| Shots shots, everybody
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| Where the Quere go?
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| I’m the best at coke and dagger stagger
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| Till I reach that Lagger
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| I’m a blind nigga swordsman and this mad nigga matters
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| More than anything, it bring in my mind more than anything
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| Deny that I’mma go more commander at arms
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| I got a bo-low, third-low, something I call my lil' church mode
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| I surf so smoothly and hurt souls
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| Nazarenian and double stacked on the guinea
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| Waiting for the perfect moment and the perfect reason for living
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| Man, fuck a label, too many niggas is dead, take no chances
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| (Six shot, twelve gauge mo-sper)
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| Shots shots everybody, Where the Quere go?
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| (Hook)
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| Twelve shotty, I’m in to catch yo body
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| Put a couple in yo chest and leave you leakin' in the party
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| We Machiavelli, we shoot nice,
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| I’m Biggie Smalls, I’m Easy Wright
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| Twelve shotty, I’m in to catch yo body
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| Put a couple in yo chest and leave you leakin' in the party
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| I’m Jam Jay, I’m Cam Night
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| I’m Michael Jackson, I’m Chris Light
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| (Verse)
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| Welcome to death row, and nigga, I don’t do no dancing
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| Feelin' like Chris Lighty, violated with no answers
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| Nigga, I have every right, Cuban, I crush cancer
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| Nigga, I’m Richard Crowe, that’s right, Jojo dancer
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| Oups, we be electrified, may God be with you, no?
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| Back to these balls, nigga, back to these cause, nigga
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| Back to the stars, when we go heart for what is ours, niggas
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| And that’s the ord, nigga, your niggas and our niggas
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| Dance the fucking night away, I’m gone, niggas, it’s all
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| Take my Johnson out you Swanson
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| My mind stay outta yo conscience
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| I’m launching my body grind you, this picture clinge, I slaushe you
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| (Hook)
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| Twelve shotty, I’m in to catch yo body
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| Put a couple in yo chest and leave you leakin' in the party
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| We Machiavelli, we shoot nice,
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| I’m Biggie Smalls, I’m Easy Wright
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| Twelve shotty, I’m in to catch yo body
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| Put a couple in yo chest and leave you leakin' in the party
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| I’m Jam Jay, I’m Cam Night
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| I’m Michael Jackson, I’m Chris Light |