| Simple.
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| Giggs.
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| Kyze.
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| SN1 from top to bottom. |
| (Yeah)
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| Oi Kyze warm it up for me fam.
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| When i catch you in the ends im gonna rip you up,
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| when i catch you in the dance im gonna kick you up,
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| When i run up in your house it’s best you give it up,
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| When im feelin low ridin gets me spirit up
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| Niggas think they know Kyze but they don’t know nuttin,
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| Hurry get the suttin turn em into curry mutton,
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| Tried to pinch some guys,
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| Missed a couple times,
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| Had to slap myself- someone needs to fuckin die,
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| All ive been thinkin about is money needs to get earned,
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| I put the track on pause something needs to get burned,
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| My head will not turn,
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| Im loyal to a hot firm,
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| Plus im extra pissed the D’s just locked Termz,
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| Little dickhead youts don’t they know Im old-school?
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| I aint hiding like you fam I’m local,
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| Dickheads are gassed up tryna amp their vocals,
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| Tone it down, me and my gun are anti-social,
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| Your man are so fool,
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| Im just so cool,
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| Them man ain’t gangsta nah they’re just so called,
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| These little bitches are so small,
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| Drivin' the getaway whip and I won’t stall,
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| Roll up and I won’t talk,
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| Jump out, go nuts with the blow-torch,
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| Get caught fam, I won’t talk,
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| Not even from a mad case that I won’t walk.
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| When I clap little brats best scat,
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| Coming from deep in the jungle,
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| Hollowmans got heat but im humble,
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| Niggas say I don’t speak I just mumble,
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| I don’t need to speak teef got a gun fool,
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| You’ve been easily rumbled,
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| Then my suttin go brap, get a lungfull,
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| I’ll even squeeze at your uncle,
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| Motherfuckers won’t bleed when they tumble,
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| You ain’t heard shit from this nigga yet,
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| How much more greazy can a nigga get?
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| Pass me the weed and a cigarette,
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| Niggas go all nuts when i hit em nets,
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| Kyzer, yes one of my main men,
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| Niggas say i bad him up but they hatin',
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| And Hollowman doesn’t rate them,
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| They sayin' dickheads then Kyze will blaze them,
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| I just give him the strap he’s like amen,
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| Gave him the mac and he spray-spray-spray ten,
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| Take boys and make men,
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| Make noise in your fake ends,
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| Spray toys at your fraid fence,
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| Niggas don’t like me but wanna make friends,
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| And thats the wave of a snake ends,
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| And that’s the way that the game ends.
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| Daddy? |
| why dont you make any CD’s for me man?
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| Here you are, do something about this Disney cd man! |
| Aaaahh |