| Yo, man, fuck that, man
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| Niggaz be on some real bullshit
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| Yo, I’ll bust that nigga ass, get the fuck outta here
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| Yo, what the fuck is up, bitch?
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| Where the fuck you been at, man?
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| Yo, man word is bond niggaz in here be frontin'
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| Niggaz can’t get off that ol' bullshit
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| Word up, man, fuck that, knahmsayin'?
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| Yo, I’m muh’fuckin' sticky fuckin' fingaz, knahmsayin'?
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| Fuck that, and this motherfuckin' bitch Boss
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| And word is bond I want you to tell these motherfuckers
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| How we livin' Boss, tell 'em
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| Broke as a goddamn joke
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| Up in Detroit and once again I’m just a few short
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| Couple of hundred bucks, so fuck the rent
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| My share of that shit got spent on some Newports
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| So yankin' many motherfuckers is my new sport
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| I’m ready to blast and kill for a rap deal
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| Fuck the landlord and the gas bill, we don’t give a fuck
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| We sickin' shit of livin' shabby
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| Waited until my cash got right then took a flight to Cali
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| Off into the night, me and Dee up into mo' hell
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| Got into some shit befo' we even reached the hotel
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| Fuck the dumb shit, gotta get rich at the same time
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| 'Cause niggaz steady throwin' up they gang sign
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| No loot, no more palm trees, no more calm breeze
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| But it’s cool, deez bitches 'bout to slang ki’s
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| So on my hip goes a pager, major
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| It’s two bad behavior bitches that got gangsta flavor
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| See a punk, kill a punk and then we mug 'em quick
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| Out to get paid, motherfuck this strugglin' shit
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| Bullshit’s nothin' to a bitch with no emotions
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| Tell 'em how the fuck you livin', I’m livin' like loc’d
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| Livin' loc’d, livin', livin' loc’d
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| Livin' loc’d, bitch niggaz get smoked
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| Livin' loc’d, livin', livin' loc’d
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| Livin' loc’d, motherfuckers
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| Livin' loc’d, livin', livin' loc’d
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| Livin' loc’d, bitch niggaz get smoked
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| Livin' loc’d, livin', livin' loc’d
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| And all the bitch ass niggaz can suck my dick
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| Buck, buck, then I let the trigger loose
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| Motherfuckers better duck, but it ain’t no goddamn duck duck goose
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| Haven’t you heard of this murderous bitch crawlin' slow?
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| And puttin' lead to the head of my foes on the down low
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| 'Cause all we got we fuckin' tooken it
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| Got ourselves a buck and now we roll it, fuck footin' it
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| Cruisin' down the 'shaw, smokin' joints 'cause we blaze weed
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| Down to spot
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| Cluckers kickin' in their Daisies 'n shit
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| 'Cause niggaz’ll never drop the dirt
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| Do we’re layin' niggaz on they back
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| Then actin' like we never even fuckin' knew ya
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| Unload the clip off in your chest, take a deep breath
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| Goddamn, what a motherfuckin' bloody mess
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| Sleepin' on benches, turned us into roguest bitches
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| We jumpin' fences from the feds through puddles and ditches
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| Goin' out, don’t give a fuck if I get smoked
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| Yo, at least I’m goin' out loc’d
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| Livin' loc’d, livin', livin' loc’d
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| Livin' loc’d, livin', livin' loc’d
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| Livin' loc’d, livin', livin' loc’d
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| Livin' loc’d, livin', livin' loc’d
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| Livin' loc’d, livin', livin' loc’d
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| Livin' loc’d, bitch niggaz get smoked
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| Livin' loc’d
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| And for any bitch beefin' then the Boss will have to put a
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| Ass full of my foot for fuckin' with the butchers
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| Fuck next, steppin' with gauge upon my hip, weapon
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| Nine double m’s for the 187
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| 'Cause I’m nothin' but a mag totin' bitch, smokin' fifty bags
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| Rollin' niggaz up like the motherfuckin' zig zag
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| Understand this bitch never mine
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| Or catch two into your chest with the Tec 9
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| 'Cause ever since the days of way back
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| I never played, you let the gat go rat a tat tat tat
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| I fill gats, so how the fuck you figure, nigga
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| Put you in kill range 'til you feel pain from the trigga, nigga
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| When gangsta bitches just can’t cope
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| Niggaz are gettin' smoked nine trey and forever, livin' life loc’d
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| It’s the motherfuckin' Boss |