| Your similar to a bitch
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| You finish when I’m equipped
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| Step back, pat pat, now you lyin' in a ditch
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| Sweet dreams as I proceed to get this shit
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| I got drugs up in my blood and a weapon up on my hip
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| Hip, hip hooray, hollow point parade
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| A calico with a knife, put an end to yo charade
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| Right click the date, hover up on save
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| On second thought I delete ya then V12 away
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| Your name is erased, brain is replaced with maggots
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| I’ll make sure that your grave is defaced
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| Your style is deep fake, you took it and ran with it
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| Think that you can face me, but you can’t even stand with me
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| Get it how you get it, but don’t look to me
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| I don’t want nothin' to do with you (No, no)
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| Get it how you get it, but don’t look to me (Yeah)
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| I don’t want nothin' to do with you (No, no, no)
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| From the 517 to the 810, I got ya
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| Resuscitate the game, call me the doctor
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| It’s the MC rocker, microphone abuser
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| Class is in session, baby, and I am the tutor
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| I put two in your melon, I put one in your neck, bitch
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| All my brothers rockin' skulls, baby, thanks for the necklace
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| BONES know to kill the crowd like there ain’t nothin' to it
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| You always talk 'bout what you gonna do, well bitch, I do it |