| Murderous mindstate
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| Can’t keep my nine straight
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| Sippin' on this hennessey
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| Waitin' for the time to break
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| Show up and mothafuckas bow down… recognize
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| West Side, Death Row, outlaw riders
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| Untouchable mob of pistol packers
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| Well known felons labeled for drug sellin' merciless jackers
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| Forever buzzed
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| Roll with thugs and dawgs
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| Commence to lettin' off rounds
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| Then escape in the fog
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| Who wanna see me solo?
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| Catch Makaveli while he’s sleepin'
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| My mini-14 murderin' niggas while they creepin'
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| Uhhh!
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| Duck or you ass out!
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| Drink 'til you pass out!
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| Ain’t scared to die
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| Drunk drivin' in my Glasshouse
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| Niggas is under me
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| They bitches come to me
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| They heard the stories nigga
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| Now they wanna really see
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| Bomb first, my motto… is fully guaranteed
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| Niggas is playahatas
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| Label them my enemies then dumpin'…
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| Look out young nigga!
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| 'Cause it’s time to dump
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| I’m versitile mothafuckas
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| What type of rhyme we want?
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| Niggas got me in they sight
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| Now I’m runnin' for my life
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| Tell me…
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| What’s that… West Side like…
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| I’m dumpin'
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| Empty my gun
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| It’s time to run
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| 'Cause here come the cops
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| I’ll be duckin' 'em for blocks
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| Nigga I’m dumpin'
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| Empty my clip
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| Forever bustin'
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| East Coast nigga rushin'
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| Mothafucka I’ll be dumpin'… |