| Perminently dedicated to the street shit
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| Creep the gat that spit quick
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| And fuck with
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| Killers who keep clips to heat shit
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| When there’s murder involved
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| There’s a lot of niggas bluffin
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| Holdin an arsenal of guns and never bustin
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| Screamin at the top of they lungs but sayin nuthin
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| But I styrofoam lies with quiet and blaze nuthin
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| What the fuck y’all want
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| Cowards we ain’t cut from the same cloth
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| You a 5M6 nigga, I ride your bitch nigga
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| You fuck with the wrong one this time
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| And I promise you
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| You be the next nigga they pay homage to
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| And they gonna find you somewhere in a vacant lot
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| With the garbage, I’m a murderer so I’m heartless
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| I drop the top on the CL420 as I
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| Swallow henny gettin, head from your hunnie
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| And before I let you hit me, I hit you
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| And split you, leavin you for the paramedics to get you
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| When shit gets ugly
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| It’s back to the block fuckin with them custies
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| We gonna lock shit down
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| I’m a nigga so you know you can’t trust me
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| When shit gets ugly
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| We got bitches that transport pounds
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| We gonna lock shit down
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| Murder them niggas, murder them now
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| I spit venomous murderous shit with the inosence
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| Of a child, in the penal, foul and official
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| Futuristic, chick shit, black big dick
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| From mistresses we roll triple sixes
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| Thats back-to-back Benzes, my friends is my enemies
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| They feel the energy like it’s tenely
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| Murder’s the remedy when the hennessy is in me
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| I’m unfriendly in the club where the women be
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| Sippin Italy, feelin me, killin me, for the benji’s
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| Not the broads in my bed
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| I can’t front, I love them whores that give me head
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| I like my presidents dead, and I can’t stand the feds
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| I got mansions with saunas, while niggas on the corner
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| And laughin at the police when they can’t find my burner
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| I like cars with a stash box, cash, and drop-top
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| I smash the block, nigga blast the cops
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| When shit gets ugly
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| It’s back to the block fuckin with them custies
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| We gonna lock shit down
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| I’m a nigga so you know you can’t trust me
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| When shit gets ugly
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| We got bitches that transport pounds
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| We gonna lock shit down
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| Murder them niggas, murder them now
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| When shit gets ugly, in the purse where the snub be
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| Murdererous bitch, give a fuck if you hate or love me
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| Feel you above me, bitch but down inside
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| What chick you know hit strips and broke down fives
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| Cut family ties, so deep into my slug’s eyes
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| Analyze my crimes as I rise, and I
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| Solemly swear never to turn state
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| You right bitch
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| I’m a murder mommy for life
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| Yeah, Yeah
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| May the lord be with niggas who shout my name in vain
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| I’m a Murderer motherfucker, you nigga loose change
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| I get head in the whip, probably from your bitch
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| Cuz she’s a ho like yourself, and it’s makin me sick
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| From the pimps, to the bulls like Don Bishop
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| I pimp on hoes religiously, shorty you hearin me
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| Good sense to keep a nigga in dark tints
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| But it won’t stop the hollows comin throught the fence
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| Forget about it, gangsta shit gets tense
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| An' You sounding like a homo nigga who ride dicks
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| Every joint you make got a name in your mouth
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| What you gobblin? |
| nuts nigga?, with my posters out
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| Nigga read about it
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| The Murderous I-N-C, courtesy of the nigga I. Gotti
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| Nigga hear about it
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| From your hood to my hood, from my block to your block
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| Fuck around and get shot nigga
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| When shit gets ugly
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| It’s back to the block fuckin with them custies
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| We gonna lock shit down
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| I’m a nigga so you know you can’t trust me
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| When shit gets ugly
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| We got bitches that transport pounds
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| We gonna lock shit down
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| Murder them niggas, murder them now |