| Woke up this mornin' fifty-five past six
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| Eazy-muthafuckin-E with tha hard ass dick
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| Nigga plottin', ahhhh
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| Nigga schemin’so don’t wake me bitch cuz I’m dreamin
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| 1−8-7s on bitches in my head, nigga up
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| Snorin' like fuck, sleep in fear
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| Cock my nine, and I’m out the window
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| Drunk as fuck and high off that indo
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| Nigga E, C-P-T, the O. G
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| And I really don’t think u wanna fuck with me
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| Nigga walkin half up with nine in hand
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| I gives a mad fuck but they don’t understand
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| I wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up
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| Now back to the mutha fuckin set, creepin crawlin crawlin creepin
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| Don’t get caught sleepin
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| Sleepwalkin stalkin runnin with the guage up under this murderous spell now
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| Consider me hellbound, crossin my path, I’mma drop this 12-guage shell down
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| On the road to destruction, guage eruption, creepin so I’m cautious
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| Catch a nigga sleep, six feet deep
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| And scopin out peepin cause ya be makin me nauseous
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| Deeper than a ocean man, hitttin you with this potion man
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| Death runnin up from the left, Bang! |
| #1 in this murder game, insane
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| See a nigga fall victim, pick him, me click him, hunt on this deadly prowl
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| Watch out for the nightfall, when them come, mo murder be a nigga style
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| Mo murder, me comin to serve ya
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| Judgement day, me reapin
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| Lil Lay on the deep end
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| So me flipped with a spiff and I caught them sleepin
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| Eternally soldiers of the Clair, keep it ruthless, Mo Thugs
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| Little Layzie ya big boss, wanna floss on this
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| Gotta make that cheese, yeah nigga we gettin 'em
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| Nigga let’s killa killa killa
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| Bodies they count, me buckin em down, stay down
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| Murder me style, me put em in the ground now way down
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| Steady flip when I bang, bang, man
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| Flippin I roll with me gun
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| Still it’s itchin to bang, bang, hang
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| And it’s all the same
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| They willin to serve ya mo murder, mo murder
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| They thinkin you tangle but when they get mangled
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| Rip all of your soldiers scream, but no body heard ya
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| Then pop in the clip if ya lettin me doze off, you lost
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| Creepin, I’m drunk when I stalk me victim
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| Sleepwalk with the intent to kill him
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| Woke up and my shovel done soaked in blood, put em in the mud
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| Dont know what it was but his gut was still drippin off me fuckin gloves
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| Then I got me strapped up, straight-jacked up, but man i’ll be reapin
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| Creepin up under your dome, it’s seepin
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| When the sawed off get to creepin, fall victim
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| Me stalkin, chalkin up bloody victims
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| Rest, the Ripsta, the sinister kill a nigga
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| Put him in a river, bodies shiver, pump blood now
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| Wanna rest with the Mo Thugs, buckin em on down
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| What is it in ya, deep in the dead and we get fried
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| P.O.D. |
| d when it comes to ride
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| Creep out your seat, but dont fall in the night
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| Once inside, forgettin about remorse
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| Tour curse’ll ride, cry now when I’m ready to lie down
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| Then I awake in a mental state somebody gotta die now
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| I’ll pap pap puttin a clack back in a me gat
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| Not never to mention never to mention
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| It’ll be over when I take a nap, me deadly
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| But then me put in the bullet, the wickedness in me
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| And I’m on a mission on murder roll city to city without no pity
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| Well I got a clique see
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| My niggas up out of the woods reapin
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| Peep me creepin out of the corner, who just got caught sleepin?
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| Once the Mo comes up thers gonna be murder
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| Killer when the night falls
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| And it ain’t shit to kill cuz I really don’t love ya
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| Don’t run, run, run, I like my knife
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| Run up with that gun, gun, gun, and take your life
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| Straight-jakket is loose creepin up to get ya get ya
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| But fo' mo killas #1, Leatherface, that psycho and that killa Ripsta
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| Dippin me clip and me dumpin, me ditch ya
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| Thought he was dead but they saved him with stitches
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| When I come hard let’s kill em all, niggas and bitches
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| Leave no witnesses |