| Mentally dis-turbed
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| Crooked thoughts keep running through, my head
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| Got me disturbed (Got me disturbed)
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| They say I’m mentally, dis-turbed
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| Ya heard
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| Still I kill 'em softly
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| With nothing but words
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| Nouns, pronouns, adjectives and, verbs
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| Still perch on the curb, dogg
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| Ain’t nothing changed
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| Except these
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| Muthafuckas dipping all in my business
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| Trying to steal my thangs
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| Ain’t gotta say no names
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| Nigga you made your stand
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| Burn up
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| So turn up the volume on that fat bitch
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| Cuz you done played your hand
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| Now I’m bout to fade your man
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| On the deal
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| That’s how we do it where we dwell
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| Set the stage
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| And page Fortnum to bring the hell
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| They’ll never see it coming
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| Cuz they running
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| From the wrong thang
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| See we got bait
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| So sit back and wait, nigga
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| And collect the change
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| Still want to bang
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| I will go get it
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| I’ma slam a beer, nigga
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| And dat my fucking career
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| You don’t know what to do with it
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| I’m like a jewel with it
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| With longevity
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| Coo Coo Cal, muthafucka
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| AKA, nigga
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| Calvin Bellamy
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| Slick muthafuckas done hit a nerve, nigga
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| They claim I’m sick
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| But still bumping my shit
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| And riding my dick
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| So that makes me disturbed
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| (Hook 2)
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| Feeling disturbed
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| Got some thangs on my mind
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| Like the walls is closing
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| And I’m outta time (Mentally dis-turbed)
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| Need some time to think
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| Too much chess going on
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| My mind is blank
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| But I gotta hold on
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| (Hook 1×2)
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| They claiming I done lost my mind, nigga
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| And lost my grind
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| But my rhymes designed, nigga
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| Strictly for the struggle
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| Fuck a flosser sign
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| Even though it calls for mine
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| We keeping it real, shit
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| Still up in the ghetto
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| With the fellows, nigga
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| Toting 'em, still
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| See it’s bout dollar bill
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| And that’s all
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| Black greedy
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| Fat hogs
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| Stumping up through your city
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| With them stacks, y’all
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| And we coming in 'llacs, dogg
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| With pipe guns
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| Paint, flipping
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| Got niggas tripping
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| Cuz we got the right touch
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| And don’t really like much
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| Cuz that’s how Steelo
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| Get money
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| Our conversaion broadcast on your station, nigga
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| Fuck a kilo
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| Where we go, we mobbing
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| And any
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| Muthafucka standing in my path, dogg
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| We robbing
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| We can forget get you, dogg
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| Cuz niggas fishy
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| Might find 'em
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| Stanking in a, muthafuckin alley
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| Smelling up your city
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| Punk bitches done hit a nerve
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| But still
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| Bumping my shit
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| Riding my dick
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| So that makes me disturbed
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| (Hook 2)
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| (Hook 1×2) |