| Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
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| Ready ta pap you if we have to daily
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| Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
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| Ready ta pap you if we have to daily
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| Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
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| Ready ta pap you if we have to daily
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| Bailin' for safety we make it and chill
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| Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
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| Ready ta pap you if we have to daily
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| Bailin' for safety we make it and chill
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| Ready be offin and we coughin
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| And uhh, all of us pray
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| Follow me murderous gauge
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| Follow me murderous ways
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| Steadily pumpin' Mossberg peelers kill ya
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| Po po roll silent so
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| Pop pop outta the window we roll
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| Little Ripster realer stalkin
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| Better off this way
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| Tossed off in the coffin and bagged
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| Slang on the darkside man
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| Bang on the darkside man
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| Outta the thuggish ruggish city runnin with mail
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| When I bail back to my lair with a 12-gauge Mossberg pump and shells
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| Yell bloody murda murda comin' ta serve ya
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| Runnin' with gats and bats and poles
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| And if I hit the roses I withdraw
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| Cause it’s on and I crept and I came up
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| Remember that killa that nigga named Leatherface
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| Now if you a thug nigga pick up ya pump and buck it
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| But the bitch ain’t done begun to fuck it
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| Nigga we Trus and we bout to be shuttin' this rap thang down
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| Neva takin' no shorts or losses man
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| No way no how poppin now
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| I step in the clique and I doubt if I change my daily thang
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| Nigga don’t hang with the phony busta niggas
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| Only roll with thugstas, killas
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| Speakin of killas me sneak and me snuck
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| And me murda them every time now
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| Bodies be dug up in dumpsters execution double nine style
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| Hey, say give it up to the niggas
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| Who steadily slangin' that yayo, bankroll
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| When the po-po roll that’s when you lay low
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| When the po-po roll that’s when you lay low
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| When the po-po roll that’s when you lay low
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| Nigga shoulda seen the Bone done came and touched down
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| Came up with a plan now we creepin' up outta me hometown
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| Me hate to be leavin' the Glock Glock now
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| But I’m livin' so low down Bone gotta roll out
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| We livin' like Trus
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| Give it up to tha bang, always stay down for my thang
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| And I still remain the same
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| Never gon' change on my hood I claim
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| Nigga done jumped in the game
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| It’s straight up confusing cause niggas be shady
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| Nigga still gotta watch his back daily
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| Even mo' lately, but they can’t break little Layzie
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| So a nigga stay focused I gotta get paid
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| The buddah it run me forever me blaze
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| Thuggin' in my murderous ways
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| Prison or gauge let the buckshots spray
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| We Tru to this day
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| No Shorts and No Losses was meant nigga not played (Bottom line niggas)
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| And Cleveland in yo face
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| And nigga we rollin' wit Ruthless in the nine
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| For the pain for the gain
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| For the love of money fuck the fame
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| We peeped game we crept and we came
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| Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
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| Ready ta pap you if we have to daily
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| Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
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| Ready ta pap you if we have to daily
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| Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
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| Ready ta pap you if we have to daily
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| Bailin' for safety we make it and chill
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| Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
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| Ready ta pap you if we have to daily
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| Bailin' for safety we make it and chill
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| Bone crept and we came wit a gang bang
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| Told you get down for them thangs man
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| But Bone still kick it with the same Trues
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| Thuggin' on the Glock Glock ain’t shit change
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| Buck 'em fuck 'em put 'em in the ground way down, lay down
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| Busta, nigga don’t be tryin' no dumb shit
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| Bone still be pumpin' them daily slugs at ya
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| Creepin' up outta the hood
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| Rolled to the West Coast wit this rap shit nigga made good
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| Thinkin' on the nine-nine reachin' for my nine
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| Reachin' for your shit wish you would
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| Pumpin' them slugs, put 'em in the body bag
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| Nigga down fo' yo cash nigga that’s yo life
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| Nigga it’s like that when my shit clap
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| One to the temple straight to the mind
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| Bailin' down the Claire gettin' much love, needing mo bud
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| Gotta sell me some dum dum smoke
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| Me meaning that yum yum dope
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| And it ain’t shit to swang some thangs
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| Puttin' my gauge in your throat
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| Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
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| Ready ta pap you if we have to daily
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| Bailin' for safety we make it and chill
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| Ah nigga stay down for my thang bang |
| Sendin' me bullets up in the brains ah the bustas
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| Hustlas so nigga never trust us we the muthafuckin' thugstas
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| Strugglas 12-gauge pumpstas, takin' no shorts or no losses
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| Nigga the fifth dog, no tame swang (gotta get mark)
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| Insane, so many hoes done took ah loss
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| Nigga get tossed by the boss
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| And I’m off the hook when I put it down Bone
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| Wanna fuck wit a thug ya wrong
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| On the ground they lay when I spray that chrome
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| Bullets they fly, niggas they die
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| I’m coming up willing to ride got mine
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| East ninety nine off inna that crime
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| Where the thugstas find they time to grind
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| Droppin' a dime, packin' a nine, and ready to bang
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| Pullin' the trigga to blow out ya brain
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| Bone gotta gain man we crept and we came
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| We crept and we came
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| (We crept and we came)
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| (We crept and we came)
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| Bailin' for safety we make it and chill
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| Bailin' for safety we make it and chill
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| Bailin' for safety we make it and chill
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| Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
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| Ready ta pap you if we have to daily
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| Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
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| Ready ta pap you if we have to daily
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| Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
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| Ready ta pap you if we have to daily
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| Bailin' for safety we make it and chill
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| Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
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| Ready ta pap you if we have to daily
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| Bailin' for safety we make it and chill |