| I, I, I think they scared of me
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| I, I, I think they scared of me
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| I think they scared of me
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| I think they scared of me Shit walkin’through some razor blades, JB help me find my way
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| Taylor B done slipped and made a poet wid a babyface
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| Mastermind wid plenty game, shattered wid no sinners man
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| Campin’lyrical out the deal just waitin’on some money man
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| Screeler check my afterburn, shit I just had an ooze
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| Made a quick maneuvre to enchance the dance I’m used to do Split up all your fuckin’word, cut dem from all in your back
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| Platinum on my stat and trimmin’joanin’diamonds Gangsta Blac
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| K-C-D we’re P-A-D, K-C I think it’s over wit
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| Three Six grinnin’tap it up an artifact of rockin’shit
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| Hate this shit, slap this bitch, dis the bitch just like it is
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| 'Quipped wid gamers think they doin’favours tryna knock a nig
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| In this for a meal ticket, ain’t no time I gotta kick it But when this is over and I smile you cannot get about,
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| Whoopin’lookin’thuggin’muggin’trillin’will,
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| Blast and blastin', if you scared,
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| Call the police and tell them watch your back
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| Hook (2x)
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| I keep my lyrics clocked on safety down to punish niggas daily
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| Down to get off in your shit, bumpin’real hard like dicks
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| ?How been it? |
| can’t fuck wit me, playa a capital P Light that ass man where’s the fire, dangerous wid M-I-C
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| Technical diffi-culty, bump me out nigga no please
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| Pass me some ah that green weed, I show you how buck I be,
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| I am the bitch made nigga killa,
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| I can’t stop til I make screeler nigga, go fuck around nigga,
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| Cut up sideways deal wid my way nigga rock the town
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| Stand my ground, romp around, nigga get 'em down,
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| Easily, we’ll agree muh’fuckin’what they said
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| Bloody red from your head, yeh I think they scared
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| Nigga you scared cause when I blast your whole team fled
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| Me and my niggas and glocks gon’leave your body soakin’wet,
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| Kick, in, the, door, wit the 4−4,
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| Terrified when I creep, from, the back hoe
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| Kickin’down doors, peelin’wood up out the floor
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| Doin’shows and fuckin’hoes, Taylor Babies and some Mo Father figure for a nigga daddy had to lay them low
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| Clearly pushin’information like they hatin’on that joan
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| Mentally I say disturb, troubled brain in this man
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| I ain’t out to please, nah motherfucka in this game
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| Just a fact and not a act, fuck wit claimin’but do you,
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| Do the same chain gang, know my name, through and through
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| Mr.Blac, on a mission takin’time, droppin’rhyme
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| Thumpin’bumpin’backroom jumpin’sumthin’sumthin’for your mind
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| No Versace straight up thug, no Cristal, drink a bub
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| Like tonight maybe the mic gon’hype and place 'em where they were
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| Dreamin’schemin’life ain’t right, every word done miss a beat
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| Pen and papers once I got them halloweens and trick or treats
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| Nigga uhh, nigga what, give a fuck, on tv,
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| Gimme one, for some terror motherfucker he wid me Hook (til fade with different scratches and variations) |