| Way down in the jungle deep
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| Where the real trap stars and the junkies meet
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| Where they want that hard white and niggas pumping beat
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| And niggas having dreams 'bout slumping me
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| But my niggas bust back
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| All-black outfit, Daffy Duck’s back
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| Squeeze off crouchin', I’mma buss that
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| Disrespect me, it won’t be water off a duck’s back
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| Next year, I’mma crush that shit
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| That they call the industry and cop a mustang
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| I was trappin' last year in the plush van
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| Chilling out with my nigga Knucks where the thugs hang
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| We’ll be comin' round there on some robbin' shit
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| Playin' Jimmy Conway like Robert did
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| You niggas ain’t gully, you ain’t poppin' shit
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| I’mma show you motherfuckers bout this bossing shit
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| We can have it out
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| We can bang it out, get the maggie out
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| Rat-a-tat it out
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| Slap a nigga in the head, watch it splashin' out
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| We can have it out
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| We can bang it out, get the maggie out
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| Rat-a-tat it out
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| Slap a nigga in the head, watch it splashin' out
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| Way down in the jungle deep
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| Runnin' round with a strap and it’s proper peak
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| Gettin' blamed for shootings when it wasn’t me
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| Feelin' exhausted, loss of sleep
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| If I see my enemy and he’s flossin' deep
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| I’mma scratch the paint work on his glossin' cheek
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| And let the on his
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| Show the yute the outcome of niggas mockin' me
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| Let the burnin' start
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| Get the burger, burst it, burn his clart
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| These niggas ain’t bust, with their virgin hearts
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| We can take it old school and do it
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| When the something’s rinsing and we swerve out fast
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| That’s that Maggie Simpson coming to burn out Bart
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| All-tinted, shit’ll turn out dark
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| When we rinsing, jump in and burn out cars
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| We can have it out
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| We can bang it out, get the maggie out
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| Rat-a-tat it out
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| Slap a nigga in the head, watch it splashin' out
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| We can have it out
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| We can bang it out, get the maggie out
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| Rat-a-tat it out
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| Slap a nigga in the head, watch it splashin' out |