| I’m gangsta steppin
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| Representin my block
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| Jokes be the name
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| 702 comin through yo hood
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| Putting hollow slugs all up in your brain
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| All up in yo gang
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| I’m givin a fuck
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| I be the one thats gunnin for fun
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| Sin City gang with a ??
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| You can hang with the Sin City gang
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| Fuck no
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| I’m ridin dirty
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| With the heat in my hand
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| Stay bumpin when I’m swervin
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| All days to the curbin
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| Wonderin why the bottle keeps turnin
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| I’m creepin and callin your homies
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| Up on it and you callin for help
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| But nobodys there
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| Now I’mt he suspect of a bloodbath
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| And I left him dead cuz nobody cares
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| Joke doggy dogg bringin heat everywhere that I go
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| Cuz a gangsta like me will bust back
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| And a bulletproof vest on my chest in case anybody blast
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| Fuck that I’m ridin
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| Wearin all black wit a hard hat hangin low over my eyes
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| And the briefcase right by my side
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| 9-milla Glock and a chrome .45 and I know
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| That all of my murderers
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| Heard of this gangsta crackin necks
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| Runnin all night with a jet black 9
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| In a g-ride killin up your whole set
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| Givin a damn with a strap in my hand
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| Unloadin on every punto that I can
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| Fuckin up playas in Las Vegas
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| And erasin these hataz is the masterplan bitch
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| So know whatchu gon' do
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| When we hit them sticks
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| And hit your block
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| Like some maniac ridaz
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| So sick and do shit to you Ripley’s wouldn’t believe
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| We got some other sick tricks
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| Hidden up our sleeves
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| So just pass the liquor
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| Pass the weed
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| Pass us the PCP
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| And you gon' see
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| How we pull straps out of our hat and bust caps
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| And make you bitch ass niggas take foreverlong naps
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| I twist 'em up like a tornado
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| Turned tasmanian
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| Crack a cranium
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| Devlish like that evil motherfucker Damian
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| Cuttin loose
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| I’m startin funk like Fox
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| Doom juice with doom roots
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| I’m rippin fruit loops apart
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| I’m infested with the doom
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| Infected with the plague
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| Got a bitch to lick my wounds
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| My enemies is dead
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| Pay attention, then I rinse down with siccmade niggas
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| That’ll kill a bitchmade nigga
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| Twist 'em like a french braid nigga
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| Jump on the place
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| I’m meetin Osama Bin Laden
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| You betta jump on your cellular phone
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| And call your mama
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| Cuz ain’t nobody gon' make it home
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| It’s all drama
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| As I parachute out that motherfucker
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| I yell geroni-MO
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| But you don’t hear me though
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| At 30,000 feet up in the air it’s impossible
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| See I’m that nigga
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| That’ll land in a bitches yard
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| Dick hard enough to cut through
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| A pack of glass and in barge
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| And get my fuck on
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| Up in her crib
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| I don’t need her permission
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| Cuz I ain’t gonna let her live
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| I stay sick with it
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| And come equipped with it
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| After I finish with that bitch they know Eklypse did it
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| I’m fresh out the county jail
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| Just graduated from an anger management program
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| I like to punish niggas
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| Slow your roll like a traffic jam
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| It’s that nigga with a frown turned upside down
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| I keep it rough nigga style
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| I walk the walk
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| I talk the talk
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| It ain’t that punk David Banner
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| It’s the motherfuckin hawk
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| Chokin bitch niggas out
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| But I keep it gangsta with the sawed-off
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| Your body hard off
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| Your motherfuckin face be tore off
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| Gotta keep it gangsta
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| Because we dog bitch niggas
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| Got itchy fingers
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| Along with triggas that’ll scratch em
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| And load 'em up unload 'em
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| And let bitch niggas have it
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| Ghetto savage
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| My claws 3 loaded automatics
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| That’ll rip your ass like Wolverine
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| When I’m on that OE and Listerine
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| A grousome scene
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| Send him home and get shot in the neck
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| Have your bitch ass smokin a stick
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| Just to deal with his death
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| Now 1 plus 1 equal 2
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| Thats what I assume
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| And many bitch niggas hang with other bitch niggas
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| I got him now I’m comin after you
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| I put it in and do him
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| So hop your bitch ass in this effect
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| Make no mistake
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| Yeah nigga you dead
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| I take his soul across the foggy lake
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| No escape
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| Bing the chalk
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| And the yellow tape
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| It’s just another flat-footed cop
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| Closin a bloody murder case
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| I ain’t playin no games
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| And I ain’t speakin in riddles
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| But you niggas is sweet and colorful
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| Like a bag of skittles
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| All about my skrilla and bits
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| Always pack pistols
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| It’s kinda mystical
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| And thug niggas appear like ninjas
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| Off my gangsta whistle
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| Apocolyptic season if the sickness
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| You must forget
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| I reveal the strongest weakness
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| When I hit yo block and leave you wicked
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| Some niggas call me a demon
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| Cuz I see the future livin grousome
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| Creep up on a snake ass nigga like an eagle
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| Sin City Dark angel |