| Mutha fuckaz at, war, an they line up at the door
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| Nigga what you robbin me for, bailin with the killaz
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| Took a shot at the door, nigga you ain’t know
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| Ain’t no Art of that War, fuck war
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| We can take it to the streets, muthafuck Bone an it’s on when we meet
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| Never ride alone cuz I roll one deep
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| Black four-five on me like a sheep, I creep
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| In the mist of the fog through the dark at your home in your city
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| It’s a pity when you fuck with the Chi
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| Nigga if I die, then you got, dot to the dot to the dot
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| An why, cuz you fuckin with the bitch killa
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| Like a lethal pilla, an smoke the 9 like a phat philla
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| Cuz I’m a straight at war, nigga fuck a Bone killa
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| Every bitch come ride wit a grown nigga, never zone nigga
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| Step into my zone, nigga feel tha vibe of a chrome
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| Infared beam an it see that your gone
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| Not many men that’ll kill in they zone, we strong
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| Motherfucker wanna run up then it’s on, lets go
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| An you been up to some, no play
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| I’mma catch you on yo off day
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| Hit yo ass in the head wit a bat time to war play
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| Nigga hoes, an yo wife too, fuck yo bitch an your rap
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| An yo style an yo life too
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| Ain’t no tellin what we might do
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| Rap-A-Lot muthafucka, an I’m down with the right crew
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| An now I call for the right 2
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| Split yo muthafuckin head down the center like like atomic
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| BOOM! |
| did yo dawg an you like who
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| Switch bitch 'fore you ask what which would you die soon
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| We some murderers K-I-L-L, kill or be killed
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| (mutha fuckaz bust at me, you better believe I’m bustin back)
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| Nigga whats all that bluffin 'fo
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| Steady mackin tough, but we know y’all some hoes
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| Steppin wrong to the SNY or Do or Die
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| The whole C-H-I gonna roll
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| So what up bitch, you done fucked up now, pal
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| Disrespect the wrong town, clown
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| Step wit a fully, clip wit a bully, stop I gotta kill
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| Just gotta pull it, clone what
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| An leave yo whole click get struck
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| Fuck around left Bone stuck, Bone fucked
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| All your boys hollerin Bone duck, what was that
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| Children cryin fo tellin cuz we be goin to work
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| This CHI town cap peela
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| Hit 'em up for knockin the world for a minute
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| Yo punk dont play so you better get a little
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| Nigga want war pack the ATF blast out
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| Yo whole gun started killin bitch faster, I hit the stash out
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| Get the cash out, I get the gas out, then we mashed out
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| Nigga, dash out, mash out, hit the next bitch
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| An shout right now from the Lexus
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| Fuck Bone cuz it’s on in my city, so stick it, stick it
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| Stick it, stick it, bitch now what?
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| I’m sick of all this bullshit
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| Watch a muthafucka full flip, when I pull it
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| Can’t wait til I see you, to bad I wouldn’t wanna be you
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| An ain’t no doubt creep too, blast yo ass wit a three-two
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| My four-five gonna meet you, Bone
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| Thug ass harmonies, you can’t fuck wit the CHI town armory
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| Hit 'em all when they come wit these
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| Caulk those an puff the weed, so keep yo eyes on the master 3
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| Come out an let us see, how much laughter jokes can be
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| When you come here from that East 1999
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| For fuckin wit the wrong cat, seein me in yo hoes lap
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| An what you lookin for, you gonna find
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| Losin holes in my gold gat
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| In full ass do you muthafuckaz do you hoes laugh
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| I know your high on green, you messed
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| Pass out all stressed up, I’m at the end of the world so catch up
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| Cuz we blast y’all keep in wit the masters
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| An I’m in it to win it, will I serve a bitch
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| I’m my brothers keeper til I, die an deserve this bitch
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| Better be remotivated wit a mack 10
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| Masked assassin blastin, killin mutha fuckaz passion
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| Bullets crash we load them thangs
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| So muthafuckaz seen hoes who strain
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| I can hear they voices prayin, none of y’all bitches adapt to pain
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| Well if you can’t pick up pain, pick up pain
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| Say my name, A to the muthafuckin K
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| On that note nigga I close yo casket bastard
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| That flower shit thats high an drastic
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| Supposed to be, y’all bitches ain’t cold to me, it was told to me
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| That y’all react to drama when it comes to guns an shit
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| Ain’t gotta do the po’s, yo click ain’t too hard
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| Our click to serve a bitch
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| Only CHI town niggas do run it like this
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| Only CHI town niggas do run it like this
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| Only CHI town niggas do run it like this
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| Take yo wig, flip you bitch, cross our roads
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| We’ll break your souls, like triple darkness they say we cold
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| My 9 millimeter, oh shit, 1 clip, 2 clip
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| An leave yo whole crew sick my dick
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| An you hollin hot ones, my niggas be hollerin hot ones
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| Dig my shit then I shot one, does that mean I got one
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| That all you bitches better dodge for life
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| You want pocket, heres yo strap (strap) fo life (life) |