| I heard you looking for me, yuh
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| Baby I don’t suggest it
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| You do not wanna with Th@ Kid
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| Pick a big contraceptive
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| I do not pick up your calls
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| You should change your name to bill collector
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| Calm and collected
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| While you on the other hand buggin' and stressin'
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| Fuck your collective
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| You got some nerve even calling it that
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| You don’t got no message
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| Not bringing a thing to table that’s missing
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| I’m on a mission
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| Strapped up while I descend from the ceiling
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| I made a killing
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| So many copies of my sound and image
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| You made a decision
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| To take all the parts of me that you was feeling
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| And tryna relive it
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| Repackaging actually made you a living
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| I gotta respect it
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| But don’t ever tell me that I gotta feel it
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| Cause I never will bitch, I turn up the decibel bumpin' that SESH shit
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| 'Bout to slap the mask on my face and hit the road, bitch
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| Rubber gloves, hunnid blunts, Bones kicking doors, bitch
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| Weapon in the door, trynna run up, turn you ghost, bitch
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| I stay out the way, but when it’s war I let it blow, bitch
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| Ride in that yellow truck, 5% the windows up
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| Oh so many shots you could have sworn that there was 10 of us
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| 4×4 I lift it up, shotgun literally
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| Ravage of the passenger, the buckshot tenner piece
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| Popping at the backseat, blunt like a track meet
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| Pass it make it for fly, ey
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| Ain’t nobody press me, ain’t nobody check me
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| Still I’m in their mouth like Colgate
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| Fucking with me, no way
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| Fuck with the team, ok
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| Anytime we can get it any day
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| You can feel it, you’d be begging for us to go away
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| You don’t want this problem, I’m too petty
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| Richard Petty my drive, baby my house like The Getty
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| I got heir-looms passed down, Robert Culp, Trackdown
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| History run deep in my blood, it’s best you back down
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| What’s the word, what, what
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| What you learn, what
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| You gotta wait your turn bitch
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| You gotta treat that burn
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| Cause I will go flaming
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| I don’t need to name you
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| They know who I’m dissing whenever I’m spittin'
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| Cause they will see you in a grave, yeah
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| I’ve had a wonderful day, I’ve had a wonderful life
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| You’ve had a gorgeous death, it’s such a beautiful night
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| I’ve had a wonderful day, I’ve had a wonderful life
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| You’ve had a gorgeous death, it’s such a beautiful night
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| What? |