| Let me get when I rock the… the. |
| the…
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| This shit ain’t got no fuckin drums in it man
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| Daym, wht don’t you put some fuckin drums in the music
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| So I can
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| Get down to businees
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| I think it’s time I paid a little visit
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| To my run down neighbourhood cemetry
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| To tally up the people I buried
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| 57, 58, 59, All layin' down in the same line
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| You sorry motherfuckers couldn’t handle me
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| I done fucked up 17 families
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| So bring it on if you wanna play
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| Huh, make my motherfuckin' day
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| Cause you’ll be one dead motherfucker black
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| I’mma put you ass on you back
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| I won’t play no games wit cha boy
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| You’ll just be one more nigga in the morgue
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| Yeah I like that man
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| That shit sounds kinda funky don’t it
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| Hahahaha, yo let me finish this freestyle tho man
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| Hold 'em down, hold 'em up, yo
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| It’s gonna be a killin' after midnight
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| Niggas gettin' ready for a big fight
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| You could say this one’s a murder by a lunatic
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| Hear me livin' on your ass bitch
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| Loadin' up my weapons gettin' ready for
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| Another street sweepin' neighborhood drug war
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| Police come around in a meat wagon
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| Knowin' that tonight they’ll be draggin'
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| Off motherfuckers to a six foot ditch
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| I hope ya insurance paid up bitch
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| Cause tonight is the night motherfucker
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| Be a good killer or a damn good ducker
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| Cause if you ain’t, your ass is fallin' to the paint
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| Bloodshed seems to make a nigga faint
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| Not me with a .9 in my hand
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| I couls fall asleep lyin' next to a dead amn
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| Ya gotta understand me
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| It’s been a vet sorry motherfucka layin' out dead see
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| So if you wanna come, come hard
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| Or you’ll just be another nigga in the morgue
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| Yeah, you motherfuckas
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| Motherfuckas goin' for bad and shit
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| You know what I’m sayin'
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| But you’ll be another niger in the morgue motherfucker
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| Oh yo, check this out
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| But gettin' back to the bloodbath
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| You motherfuckas out there go for bad
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| That shit played out my brother
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| I ride by and gun done motherfuckers
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| Whether friend or foe bro
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| Steppin' on my toes, your ass has gotta go
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| Now heres how the shit took place
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| A nigga waved a tre eight in my face
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| Screamin' that shit about the Squab Mob
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| Talkin' big shit about the South Park
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| Said he’s gonna stop me
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| Pissed off cause I’m down with the 5th Ward posse
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| Shit didn’t make me numb
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| I ain’t scared of no goddman gun
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| Once I sw 'em break I stuck 'em
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| Fuck 'em!
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| I’ll put him on his ass cause he’s bigger
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| Then worry about the other 3 niggas
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| All of them ran to get backup
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| That’s 12 more bodies I’mma stack up
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| Open up the trunk in a rage
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| And loaded up my goddamn 12 gauge
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| If the punk don’t keep ya
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| I’ll be forced to hit ya wit the street sweeper
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| Ya ass shouldn’t a started no static g
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| 12 gun shots automatically
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| I ain’t goin' out like no sucka
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| I’m goin' out like a crazy motherfucka
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| Everybody knows that I ain’t got it all
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| And I don’t give a fuck about none a y’all
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| Hit 3 or 4 in the head
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| That’s 3 or 4 niggers left for dead
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| It doesn’t pay to check cards
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| Cuase I’m sendin' motherfuckas to the morgue… |