| Couple of stacks’ll put the boys on your back
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| Couple of stacks’ll make the ratch go click-clack
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| Couple of stacks’ll put the boys on your back
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| Couple of stacks’ll make the ratch go click-clack
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| Couple of stacks’ll put the boys on your back
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| Couple of stacks’ll make the ratch go click-clack
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| Couple of stacks’ll put the boys on your back
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| I’ll kill you
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| I’ll kill everything you stand for
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| Cause you’re a bitch and a manwhore
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| I’ll settle the damn score and more
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| About my own beef, I don’t care about a gang war
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| Ain’t hard to shoot
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| It ain’t hard to fall
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| So what you waiting for?
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| I’ll break your jaw
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| I’ll take the law into my own hands
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| You wanna fuck me up? |
| I’ve got my own plans
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| Keep running your cakehole
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| I’ll have you buried in the ground like a potato
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| You better lay low
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| Fall back when I say so
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| I’ll have you dressed all white wearing a halo
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| All I really give a damn about is the pesos
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| I let the devil take over
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| Believe I’m colder
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| And the chip on my shoulder
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| Is more bigger and bolder
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| And I’m out of control so don’t say I never told ya
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| (Ma'am, are you alright?)
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| Think I’m some kind of cunt?
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| Think that I won’t pull some kind of stunt?
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| Think that I won’t leave some kind of lump?
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| Pull out the pump like it’s that time of month?
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| And don’t think I’m some kind of monk
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| Or a peacemaker, a deceased hater is the best kind
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| Don’t wanna see me go blind
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| Don’t cross the line
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| Cause it’s about that time
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| No defence, I ain’t sitting on the fence
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| I bust a head if I really want to vent
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| Or I could just kick back, be a gent
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| Or put a price on your head
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| That’s money well-spent
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| Money and an alibi
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| Money and an alibi
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| Money and an alibi
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| Money and an alibi
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| Couple of stacks’ll put the boys on your back
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| Couple of stacks’ll make the ratch go click-clack
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| Couple of stacks’ll put the boys on your back
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| Couple of stacks’ll make the ratch go click-clack
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| Couple of stacks’ll put the boys on your back
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| Couple of stacks’ll make the ratch go click-clack
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| Couple of stacks’ll put the boys on your back
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| Stop chatting the place up
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| Don’t mean I have to start smacking your face up
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| If I weren’t doing this I’d be jacking the place up
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| Laced-up, on row, somebody’s getting drapsed-up
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| Ready to take stuff
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| So pick up the pace
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| I stay on your case
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| Stacking my papes up
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| Keep a firm grip on the tool
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| I never break up
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| And I stand tall, I’m cool
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| I can never shake up
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| Feeling foolish if you raise up
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| A pool of blood, you got blazed-up
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| You got ahead of yourself
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| Just steady yourself
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| And you think you’re heavy
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| But your really not ready
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| Just settle yourself
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| I suggest you fix up
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| If you skitz out it’ll all be tits-up
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| R.I.P. |
| you don’t wanna get ripped-up and zipped-up
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| All cause you’re running your lips up
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| Don’t bother getting a mix up
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| Just stay in your lane
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| I’m fucked in the head
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| That’s the way of my brain
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| And I’m insane
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| We ain’t the same
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| So refrain from chatting my name for capital gain
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| Cause this ain’t a game
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| When you’re dead
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| They’ll say it’s a shame
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| Talking 'bout all you could have been if you weren’t slain
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| And you’ve only got yourself to blame
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| So forget the fame
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| If you think I just entertain
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| No defence, I ain’t sitting on the fence
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| I bust a head if I really want to vent
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| Or I could just kick back, be a gent
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| Or put a price on your head
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| That’s money well-spent
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| Money and an alibi
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| Money and an alibi
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| Money and an alibi
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| Money and an alibi
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| Couple of stacks’ll put the boys on your back
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| Couple of stacks’ll make the ratch go click-clack
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| Couple of stacks’ll put the boys on your back
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| Couple of stacks’ll make the ratch go click-clack
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| Couple of stacks’ll put the boys on your back
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| Couple of stacks’ll make the ratch go click-clack
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| Couple of stacks’ll put the boys on your back
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| Couple of stacks’ll make the ratch go click-clack |