| It’s on like Donkey Kong
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| You wanted that fast buck
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| now I gotta light that ass up The nigga with the big fat trigger
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| Don’t test me, gravedigger had the swig
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| of the ST, remember the time we first met her
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| You threw your set up now you gotta get wetter
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| BOOM! |
| PING! |
| BUCK! |
| POW!
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| Now who’s that nigga with the diff’rent style?
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| Uhh, ya wanted ta trick
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| It’s all about the pud and who can empty it First mate, they made day AK
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| and I’ll Kurtis Blow ya ass away like AJ
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| I’m almost certain I’m put on the hurtin
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| Bitch, it’s curtains!
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| Locced in my motherfuckin head
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| Gotta play connect-the-dots with my infrared
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| You in danger, Mr Gangbanger
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| It ain’t cool to take nappy from a stranger
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| Wit’cha drive-by's it took time to catch ya but now I gotta wet’cha
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| Now I gotta wet’cha (wet'cha)
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| Now I gotta wet’cha (wet'cha)
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| I’m comin ta get’cha (get'cha)
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| You better hope I don’t catch ya (catch ya)
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| (You're all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger
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| (You're all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger
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| S-I-M-I
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| Valley for the KKK, Rodney!
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| A place on the map where the order is though devils can’t leap up a motorist
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| and get nothin but a slap on the wrist
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| Gorillas, gorillas report to the mist
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| The fist of fury and I’ma shove em Motherfuck the jury and who ever love em Why you have to leave it to Beaver?
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| Now I’m chasin Beaver’ass with a cleaver
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| With the sling, sling, sling and chop, chop, chop
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| Get them on, nigga
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| cos tonight we’re havin chopped liver
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| And I’ma cut out’cha heart
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| Start the fryin pan for the devil a’la carte
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| Twelve motherfuckers ya better be glad I never met’cha
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| Cos I’m gonna wet’cha
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| Now wet motherfuckers are bloody
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| Cos a bullet’ll mould your ass like silly putty
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| White in the shape
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| A hollow point’ll run up in ya like ya got weight
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| Comin out’cha back, Mr Mack
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| Now they got yo’guts in a sack
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| Use to have ya crew real fat in a huddle
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| now you’re wet in a puddle, here is the Ice Cube rebuttle
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| You ain’t gotta chance, cos even if my bullet just glance
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| Ya still wet your pants
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| So what’cha wanna do when I got’cha ass point blank
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| Ya guaranteed to spank
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| Stiff as a board, ya floored
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| Go meet the Lord and then get ignored
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| Cos you’re on your way to hell and that I can bet’cha
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| That’s why I had to wet’cha
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| (You're all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger |