| Niggas hate me I’m like 'fuck it, hate'
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| Bring it to the battlefield I’ll touch his mate
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| My big '45 feels fucking great
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| True the nigga might snitch, come buck his face
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| 'Cause I bus commercial
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| Think I won’t get the Mac up and personal
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| Like I won’t get the Young Bucks to burst you
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| I’ll put niggas on knuckles and rocks dispersal
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| That means they’re going to put the teeth up the Tec
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| Beat up the heater, squeeze off then jet
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| And this the shit that my mean muggy meant
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| Bottom line clean up the mess
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| Beat up my chest
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| Motherfuckers know me I beat at the best
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| Fuck your Code D I beat at the rest
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| I’m a squeeze 'til there’s no teeth in the Tec
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| Talking that it’s a bus commercial ting
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| Bid bad Hollowman’ll bust some bursts at him
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| Then duck, reverse the ding
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| Want to pitch me but I done reversed the ting
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| Talking that it’s a bus commercial ting
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| Bid bad Hollowman’ll bust some bursts at him
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| Then duck, reverse the ding
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| Want to pitch me but I done reversed the ting
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| Where was I?
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| I reversed the ding
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| Breezed out of there, splurted in
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| But before I got there, dispersed the ting
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| Had to mask up the whip, I swerved it in
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| I’m outside the house on a burglar ting
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| Ringing off the bell, babe let the burglar in
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| She came down wearing a purple thing
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| I thought 'look babe I prefer the pink'
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| But back to the murder ting
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| I’m paranoid wondering if I murdered him
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| I thought back to when the Tec and the burger sing
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| And I flang it on the prick and heard the spring
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| I hurt the pin
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| Beat it up so much I hurt the thing
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| We done it one time we never rehearsed a thing
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| I want to keep it inside of the circle thing |