| I’m a drug dealer, killing in my neighborhood to be faded
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| Feds they want Bootleg permanently incarcerated
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| But I’ll never let them see me sweating my techs striking a pose
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| Hanging out the Cutty, nutty nigga busting at hoes
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| I robed a little, rigged a little, stole a little I admit it
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| But I bet one witness won’t come forth and ever say I did it
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| Cause those the snitches sleep in ditches, ya’ll I know the story
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| I refuse to have the F.B.I. |
| and police searching for me
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, woaaahhh
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| Was a renegade when I was younger but I’ve never been afraid
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| To jump out windows and bust at hoots whenever them bitches raid
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| I’m tooting cane, catching trains, loving illegal inhaling
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| And I keep a k inside my hand for Feds that’s on surveillance
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| Have you ever heard of a murder beiing commited with a house appliance
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| I’m much to smart to ever get cought, know my forensic science
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| My daddy never loved before he left me and my momma
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| Clio the Psychic told me: Fuck him, he’s drowning in his karma
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| I went to see a shrink, I think I’m dealing with some pain |
| Gave me some pills, said «keep it real», medicate your brain
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| I live my life just like a fragile, trapped inside a rock
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| So everytime I cock I’m screaming «Fuck Cops!» |
| and hit your block
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| Fuck the F.B.I., I rather die before the Feds catch me
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| 36 hundred murders before them bitches can stretch me
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| Hollow Green still fucking with my teenies where we balling
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| Tommy loving Steve Pitts for all the shots that he calling
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| Fuck the F.B.I.
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, woaaahhh
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| Yeahhh, these ain’t the Feds you knooow
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| They’ll take your life and gooo
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| They’ll set you up for suuure
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, woaaahhh
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| (beat stops)
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| Niggas are sucking my dick for taste
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| Licking my nuts all over the place
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| All in my face, when stealing my base
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| We’re talking about my homies case
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| Dayton is on the rise again
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| What’s taking them up is bringing them down
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| Fucking them up and shooting them up
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| Fuck you hoes we run this town
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| (beat starts)
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| Shoe' is about they’re cheese and cash
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| Boot' is about they’ll kill your ass
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| Niggas was running their mouth too fast |
| Too damn quick and they got blast
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| All you hoes can suck my dick
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| Fucking your street and fucking your clique
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| Y’all can’t fuck with Dayton (echoes)
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| God know you’re feeling like me nigga
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| Hear my shit and bite me nigga
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| You don’t want to fight me nigga
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| Sucking my dick so write me nigga
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| Don’t you want to kill yourself
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| Fucking around with T.D.F
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| The media till your shit was death
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| And left your tape up on the shelf
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| Fuck the Feds, kill they’re boys
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| Dealer Hoes ain’t make no noise
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| Snipering in their backyards
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| We’re Eli’s they’re Big McCoys
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| Once again, you know what’s on
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| I got something that’ll get you gone
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| Shots blew out his dome
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| Reported missing, cause he wasn’t home
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, woaaahhh
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| Rob and Shoe and L.F.A
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| Bootzilla and Jake The Flake
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| Dirty bird is back again
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| He go too down inserting his 10
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| Leave the streets no alibi
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| Back was blowing helly tire
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| Wanted by the F.B.I
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| Walk your town and they could die
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| Motherfuck the Federalis
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| Hung their ass like killer Kelly’s
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| If you’re their son, then you’re a bitch |
| Hold out, just like your daddy
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| Walk straight up and bust your head
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| Blast your ass and then I fleed
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| Took you out with nothing said
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| Only because your ass was dead
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| Fuck the Feds! |