| Royal Flush, Dirt McGirt
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| And we don’t give a fuck whose in here tonight
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| Somebody’s gon' get shot, bastards!
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| If ya’ll want war (ya'll want war?)
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| Let’s get it on (let's get it on)
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| Cuz we don’t care (ya'll know we don’t care)
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| Where ya’ll from (wherever ya’ll from)
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| Yo, you go one shot, two shot, three shot, four
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| That’s how I’m soundin' when I’m shootin' down your door
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| Five shot, six shot, seven shot, eight
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| That’s for all them niggas, that I catch at the wait
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| Nine shot, ten shot, eleven shot, twelve
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| Them four shots, gonna keep me outta jail
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| I be, damned if I fail, BK know me well
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| And take your precint to war, before I take a fall
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| Y’all don’t really wanna fuck with us
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| Cuz you know we gon' shoot shit up
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| Don’t waste bullets on your house and truck
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| Wait til' we see you, then we hit you up
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| And I ain’t got no time, to talk to none of ya’ll niggas
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| You tough, then you get shot, you turn to snitchers
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| And them niggas that you runnin' with, become your witness
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| Man, I’m good with my aim, dog, I hit you from a distance
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| No, look, this is the difference, like special ed., you on a mission
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| Too eager to glisten, when your mom talked you should of listened
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| Take out the trash, do the dishes, now she gotta bury a son
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| Got hit with a gun, just convicted homicide |