| Intro: excerpt from movie:
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| That’s how you want is Mousse?
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| Fine bitch, you got it! |
| Just you and me… one on one!
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| Hook:
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| Run, catch and kill, this comes back
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| like a boomerang with a dildo for real though (repeat)
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| Sell me some more dreams sucker but this ain’t gettin better
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| In fact, this whole thing is just a game Mr. Tripsetter!
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| Everything was fly boy, til I took this little bullet
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| leaving traces of cyanide in my thyroid
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| Not, one of you wanna be busters gave a fuck!
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| Just out here chucklin on The corner bout these war stories
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| Some more glory for the gat!
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| Glory for the snaps, crack the hoodrats
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| I use to think that it was good but
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| Fuck that! |
| Now i’m the one witches are hating
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| Because. |
| .. Bombs keep reiterating
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| Sista it dont take, earl to get a clue
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| On what you lovely cluckers are thinkin
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| you want to plan and try to do, but to who?
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| Cuz im a take a few, with me Leaving caps all off in your femor, collar bone and kidneys!
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| Then im out to chase papes throwin bricks to rake in diamonds
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| On some new thing in some cackys and carefully criming
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| I talk to you when i walk to you was the message, no more cap bustin
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| Just strap hustlin
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| Ya stove top stuffin damon, watch where ya roamin!
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| It gets hotter than an oven havent you heard of the omen?
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| Hook: uh! |
| (repeat)
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| You ask how could I kill a snake? |
| On my real estate!
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| Cuz i can feel a fake phony comin’at me from a whole hemisphere away!
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| And what-do-ya know my former homey wants to roam
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| In my circumference
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| Now my bump the dumb thang its on!
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| So give it up cuz i’m so crazy! |
| Trip! |
| Hey!
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| A nine is a terrible thing to waist
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| So i bring it, like i sing it just in case you
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| Biting the hand that feeds you, and plus you ain’t said your grace
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| I guess them stiches in yo face, wasn’t enough to stop another fiasco
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| That’s exactly what you askin’fo hoe!
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| But when napalm, like bombs, are dropped i Don’t see how any one can really remain calm
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| My target was her head!
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| So settle for metal returning your mental into lead bleeeed heffer!
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| Bo$$ is back and ain’t na sista celebrating (mmmm…)
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| Wonder if hey can tell I’m satan?
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| Why you tailgating? |
| Break trick! |
| You out there bad!
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| Its time to swag, off ya baby’s daddy
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| Look at em’still slangin', still flaming
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| he better watch where he roamin'
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| It gets hotter than an oven,
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| Haven’t ya head of the omen?
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| Bridge: (repeat 1st part of hook)
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| Oooooh don’t let me catch ya creepin (fool)
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| I’m sleepin’with my eyes (like a)
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| open wide (with a dildo for real doe)
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| (well hello hello)
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| We got the roughest, toughest g ya ever seen ya’ll
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| Toughest g ya ever seen ya’ll
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| (well hello hello)
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| Bo$$ breaking, g ya ever seen ya’ll
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| Very intelligent but still a’break ya jaw offfff,
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| (well hello hello)
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| Trigger happy, laughing with a sawed offff,
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| Shot gun
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| The most scantless g ya ever saw,
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| Rough tough quick to snuff and call ya fuckin bluff
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| Dat g, dat g, dat g, dat g Mousse, Mousse wants to douse me, douse me With some bullets if you think ya can, can
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| Go through with ya plan!
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| Use to be the cool sista you could kick it with
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| Now i’m feelin wicked again and finna’trip!
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| Sad girl is living in a mad world
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| Because my baby represents ernesto and
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| Like a bitch she had a girl!
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| And on the cool mona know that i’m the locest, trust
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| But while we tripping some cocazoid put the joke on us
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| (us, us, us, us) Rest in peace as we build a nation
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| Whisper to giggles, time to build our own operation
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| Cuz our men are just about skins and bustin over a truck
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| But i could give a damn about 500 bucks?
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| What about the runnin', catchin’bullets, and the killings?
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| What goes around comes back around to hit our siblings
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| If we don’t recognize that we don’t
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| Own the streets we roamin'
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| The worse encounter of our kind will be the omen!
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| While we…
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| Hook: (repeat)
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| G skills? |
| Tight
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| Blast? |
| All night
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| Da org? |
| Original righteous g’s (yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Outro excerpt:
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| when you lose ya homeboy, you lose ya best camarada,
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| You lose a part of who you are inside. |