| And the motherfuckin best is back
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| Hold up, yeah
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| Ladies and gentlemen, you already know that it’s him again
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| Lettin 'em hang, non-feminine, crunk like I’m gone off Ritalin
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| Chopped off top, there’s no middle and throwed on that load again
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| With no vodka, show shocker, mo' rocker
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| In the slab (in the slab), «Bend It Like Beckham», no soccer (no soccer)
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| And no doctor can diagnose, the symptom when I approach
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| My victim, from the back and tie the rope (rope)
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| And throw 'em over the ledge
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| Like Blanket, throw a thrower over your head, all over your dead
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| Go 'head quote 'em, he said it was bound to happen (happen)
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| When you fuck around with the clowns and down for clappin (clappin)
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| Get strapped, ready to pop rounds up out the Magnum (Magnum)
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| When they hop out and jack 'em (jack 'em)
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| Call the coroner to come out and wrap 'em
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| Put him under the tree, so every one of ya can see
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| That ain’t no fuckin with the Bun to the B, niggas
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| «Guess who’s back? | 
| Me»
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| «There's no competition, huh, 'tion»
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| «Aww sh-shit, hold up»
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| «Guess who’s back? | 
| Shut 'em down»
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| «Hurt-hurtin boys»
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| «It's over, it’s over»
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| «Cause the best is back bitch»
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| It’s Bun Beeder mayne, ridin with the heater mayne
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| Niggas know that I’m the hardest out since the peta mayne (mayne)
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| Hot doggin, yeah smoke dog comin out foggy
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| Lettin off at your toes, hi froggie (hi)
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| My third leg loggy and your bitch is a lumberjack
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| You’d of killed that ho if you knew what I’d done to that (to that)
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| She chopped my tree down, often if I slumber jack
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| Beggin me to call but shit I don’t know where her number at (at all)
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| And on the cool, I ain’t lookin for it either though
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| Or the bitch before her, no I ain’t lookin for neither ho (naw)
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| It ain’t like I really need her though
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| Once she drop to her knees and let me skeet it out, nigga she can go (go)
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| Lead her out like a blind man walkin
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| Like Sandman dancin, it’s over, stop talkin
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| I’m sparkin mo' dodo (dodo), blazin mo' kush up (kush up)
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| Comin mo' harder than a no hand push-up (push-up)
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| Let’s pass the peas like we used to say and put it down like we used to play
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| Let’s make the news today and leave some cement in they shoes today
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| Say what we choose to say and lay down who we choose to lay
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| And we leave 'em laid (laid), while we leavin paid (paid)
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| Fair and square nigga, sound like an even trade (trade)
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| Triple cross and we leave 'em sprayed (sprayed)
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| Spayed and neutered, no matter how much you pray to the shooter’s face (face)
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| Cause there’s no emotion ('motion) and there’s no elation ('lation)
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| Then he realizes the reaper of the show he facin (facin)
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| Secret words like a holy mason (mason)
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| Was all he heard before I took his head off (head off) and I blew his face in
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| (face in)
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| Who ya chasin? | 
| Ain’t no catchin up
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| Keep ya weapon tucked, be ready to buck and knuckle up, whenever you steppin up
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| Takin it as your guns are just, the fact that leavin it less is crap
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| Never leave less than that
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| It’s just a fact that nigga the best is back, bitch (yeeeeaah) |