| Run up in your crib, where you live, let you die
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| Put you one in the bed home-vade
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| Duct tape your whole body to you ankles to your wrists
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| To your mouth so you can’t say shit
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| Then they wanna get cut with the glass
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| Fuck around a nigga have to hide they ass
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| Never wanna mess around like that
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| Fuck around a nigga have to hide they ass
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| Then they wanna get cut with the glass
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| Fuck around a nigga have to hide they ass
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| Shit themselves get pimped with the glass
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| Fuck around a nigga have to hide they ass
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| Well mack you know when the jack
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| The jack be rippin the scraps
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| Step aside while i spit at these cats
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| The rippity raps, never been a thing to me
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| See the fame that it bring to me
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| Be the nigga with the grains on the napkin
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| Limpin in the land with the hand on the tech
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| Chillin with my niggas with the hand on mowett
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| Raw dawg, up in the spot
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| With two fings and we fill 'em with rocks
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| Still in the spot, a hatter wanna test
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| Introducing the Glocks
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| Gettin close to the two when we pop
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| The moodier drops
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| Screamin with shots, blood oozie and drops |
| Got in the fuckin lou of the spot
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| You know how we play
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| Gettin head on the freeway
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| Closin deals on the three-way
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| How many niggas you know, could get dough and pimp a hoe
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| But never give a fuck what a freak say
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| Bitch come on!
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| (repeat)
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| I’m the same motherfucker that played with it
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| Yeah i admit it, i did it, i split 'em
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| If i gotta do it again then i kill 'em
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| Same dealin straight killin cap pealin
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| For those illin i’d amaze ya and do dealin
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| Now who realin suicide for the true-izm
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| I got two thug niggas with two dealins
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| And two more choppers in the house chillin
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| And if you feelin that you really can fade this
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| I got a room of guns, bigger like the matrix
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| It ain’t no fake shit nigga in the basement
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| Straight formulatin, all the world’s hatin
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| Nobody go thru to do what ya nigga do
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| Now ya gotta pay ya due, listen to another fool
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| I run with all ya crew baby gotta kill 'em too
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| It ain’t no mercy when ya fuckin with a nigga juice
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| That go for you and you and niggas that dont know too
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| Come bigger things, if i need to rip you |
| Ya betta hope that day dont hit you
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| Cuz ya wife goan be bit fuckin wit a nigga shit
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| Tryin ta hide all day when i catch you thats it
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| And it won’t be long till i get to ya bitch
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| Now ya think im wrong, cuz i kick now da bitch
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| Man you knew you was wrong, when ya take a nigga shit
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| (repeat)
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| What it is another full sized identity?
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| You mean to tell me the end a be killin' me?
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| You mean to tell me somebody wanna finish me?
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| You got the tendancy missin and want to envy me
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| Me 'na been coughin' shit get foul
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| Fucked around the k’s got me shot in a while
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| Niggas don’t want they bodies chopped like steak
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| Cut with the k ya betta move out the way
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| And when the k’s get to cut cut cuttin all of a sudden
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| It feel like the president done pushed the button
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| Niggas wanna got to war?
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| Where ya gats at?
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| Nigga where ya sacks at?
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| Niggas back back, raise a nigga up that
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| Clack clack, and i wanna finish some set, skat skat
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| And y’all don’t want none of that, at at
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| No y’all dont want none of that, at at
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| Ima as much done safe this year |
| One more time, 99 ain’t here
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| What the kid really come wit?
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| Comin with the dumb shit ima bring out over here
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| I got one to drop them big guns
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| And 'a duct tape for your mouth and waist
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| Wrap ya whole body ain’t nothin you can say
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| Put you in a glad bag, throw your ass away
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| Niggas got nuts they be keep 'em in line
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| Smile in my face, steady backin' my rhyme
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| I tear your head up, on ser’ous but mine
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| How you fittin' cryin you remind the time
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| It look like a nigga got cut with glass
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| Fuck around a nigga have to hide your ass
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| Run up in your crib bare face no mask
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| Fuck around a nigga have to hide that ass!
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| (repeat) |