| You’s a bitch
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| Trick ass, snitch mothafuca
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| Type bitch, sleepin’with the enemy, sucka
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| Don’t let me catch ya slippin’in the darkness
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| We ain’t friends, a nigga ain’t forgot shit
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| You still a bitch, fuck your homeboys too
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| Got a slug for every muthafucka in yo’crew
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| Bitch you ain’t hard, yo crew ain’t shit
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| Take my dick out yo’mouth when you speakin’the shit
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| When the shotgun blasts, muthafuckin’hauled off
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| Ain’t no escapin’the muthafuckin’sawed off
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| 12 gauge bullet spray
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| And the ambulance come to take your body away
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| You still a bitch, ridin’to the hospital
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| Keep lookin’for the doctor to wire your jaw
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| You’ll be a bitch muthafucka till the day you die
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| And I put that on the hatchet, my homies, and Drive-By
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| I put that on the hatchet!
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| I ride for my homies!
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| I put that on the hatchet!
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| I die for my homies!
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| I put that on the hatchet!
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| From the cradle to the casket!
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| I put that on the hatchet!
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| Always reppin’Psychopathic!
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| Throw yo’hatchets up Throw yo’hatchets up Throw yo’hatchets up Throw yo’hatchets up Throw yo’hatchets up Throw yo’hatchets up Throw yo’hatchets up Throw yo’hatchets up |