| Yo Lord did you peep that
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| That nigga pussy, that’s why I’m gon' eat that
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| Live and direct, five Tec’s, med hat
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| Hugh Hef' rows, bang on that out of town nigga coz he UFO
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| Patiently press upon him
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| Ask him, «who you know? |
| where you from?
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| What’s up Duke?» |
| Watch how you pop ya gum
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| Empty ya pockets’fore the cops come
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| When I bus take off past the light that ass better Run
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| An' don’t look back (no), hide if you have to
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| Dollar vans, just Run into boats if he have to
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| Even got a .38, don’t give me no hastle
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| When that little brown book in your pocket read Mathew’s
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| Jesus Christ, brothers around here stick together like cheap rice
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| So Run little doggy, wolves is comin'
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| Tell him London, he get done in
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| Flame boy to his brains, hangin' out his onion |