| Here’s the new shit I’m on We can all get along
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| But if ya step to me wrong
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| I’m gonna bang ya like a gong
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| And I don’t need a gang to do it
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| I creep solo
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| Beat ya till ya dead
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| Put out ya freakin head
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| That’s how I do Because I’m sick like dat
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| And you’ll get kicked like dat
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| If ya fakin’the funk
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| I got a trunk full of beats
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| And a head full of rhymes
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| I got stains on my sheets
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| From all the good times
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| That I spent with ya Hookers
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| Some were good lookers
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| And some were just stunts
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| After too many hlunts
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| Ya got ya arm around ya girl
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| But don’t make me laugh kid
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| Gettin steam pressured
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| Your oirl’s schemin’on the grafted
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| Jail faced Celt
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| Backed up Catch a welt
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| From the buckle
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| Of my belt
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| Now tell me how that felt
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| Oooh I’m on some of the over there shit (3x)
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| I’m on some Milky I don’t care shit
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| I don’t care…
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| It’s the return of the livin dead
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| Put all concerned to bed
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| I’m alive and kickin'
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| Ask any girl I’m stickin
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| Back once again
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| I never shot no heroin
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| Or hit the glass pipe
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| Ass wipe
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| Stop the rumor
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| I’ll kill ya like a tumor in your colon
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| I’ll leave your shit all swollen
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| Get off my dick cause thick is how I’m rollin'
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| The Soul Assassainator’ll
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| Get ya open like a crator
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| I’m down with psycho vader
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| cause I’m flava’like a plate a'
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| Corn beef and cabage
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| I’m a savage on the set
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| Don’t do nuthin’you’ll regret
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| Because you’ll end up gettin’wet like water
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| I’m out for slaughter
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| Cops lock up your daughter
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| I rock it page style cause freed damaged ya If ya play me close punk I’m gonna’damage ya We got the FunkDoobie in the House
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| With the Mickey Mouse
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| I spot a hooker then I’m runnin up in ya blouse
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| I ain’t a bitch so don’t play me soft
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| I got a round in my chamber and the safety’s off
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| Pullin’on the trigger
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| Ain’t nuthin brave
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| But I’m a sick fucker
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| Like a red-neck trucker
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| And I just might buck ya down
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| You’re starin’down my barrell
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| So ya jump around
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| Ya try to get away
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| But I’m too quick to pull
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| So don’t try to gas me Punk, my tank’s full
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| I ain’t got the time
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| I don’t need the fuel
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| Punk we can duel
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| I’ll take ya ass to school
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| Then break down the lesson
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| Here’s the pop quiz
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| I gets Top Billin
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| You can ask Giz |