| URRRRRRR
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| Uh huh
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| Y’all motherfuckers ready or what?
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| Is y’all motherfuckers ready or what?
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| I don’t think you are
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| I don’t think so!
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| They got my back against the building
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| I’m the villian that’s creeping around corners
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| Like shorty you see them niggas reaping around, warn us
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| Unless he coming through, gunning through, running through
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| So be careful what you do
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| See them slugs might come to you
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| As long as I can remeber, the streets have kept me safe
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| And ever since that time in December, the heat’s been in my waist
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| I need an extra set of eyes so I keep my dogs with me
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| Doctor says let them die till this fucking dog bit me
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| I don’t know what’s wrong with me
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| But it seems like since you heard of us
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| Y’all niggas been wanting to murder us
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| (?) the third of us
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| Still against me
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| And wanting to see me in the box
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| Grilling me all crazy when you see me in the locks
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| Leave you dead (red?) like fox
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| Ain’t nothing funny about that
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| I see you in a coma, ain’t coming up out that
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| You hold on for too long and they ain’t pulling the plug for you
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| I’ll run up in the joint myself and bust another slug for you
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| It’s murda
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| It’s murda motherfuckers
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| I take a squat then post up with the toast up
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| I bring beef to a closure
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| Know somethin?
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| I’m loathesome
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| I scream out fuck the world then I throw something
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| Niggas scheming hard but fuck it, it’s the god
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| I leave bullets lodged leave you leaning on your broad
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| And our punks leave you gagged up in your car
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| Slumping Kennedy-style with your memory out
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| What the fuck y’all want?
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| Daddio with the calico
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| Let the gaty blow leave you bleeding on your patio
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| I leave rivals on their backs looking up at the sky blue
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| Not only do I leave you I hide you
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| I before you
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| X and Ja-Rule
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| Death before the (sauna??) now and prior to
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| Boss man spy on you
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| Conspire you
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| Me die before you?
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| You liar, you
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| Niggas is dead off the hits I improve
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| Fuck it, I got the feds who ain’t buy it to
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| Y’all niggas don’t listen
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| When the streets are in prison
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| When we find them we twist them
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| They fucking up missing
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| Y’all don’t understand we want y’all all to hate it
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| It’s murda
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| Murder incorporated
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| It’s murda
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| In crime we all related
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| It’s murda
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| See if y’all can fake it
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| I’ma murderer and murdering anything that moves
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| Through ya nine niggas
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| Straight do or die niggas
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| Caught up and fall victim to the worst shit
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| X, Jigga, and Ja as expected
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| Shot on the world and reflect it
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| Niggas don’t respect it
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| So get it the worst way
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| Fuck with the wolves you get hunted like prey
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| Shot up in broad day
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| Now everybody want you
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| I’m feeling like: stupid didn’t the inc. |
| warn you the first time
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| It’s murda
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| Whenever you see blood
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| It’s murda
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| Lay you down for the love
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| That’s us
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| Leave the lights on
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| Knife through your windpipe
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| Cause most of your niggas ain’t cut right
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| You thinking it’s alright
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| But it ain’t
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| I’m paralyzing clowns up and down from the waist
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| Giving niggas facelifts and taking it
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| While making you bleed
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| And if I got a taste of the shit I’m taking more than you need
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| It’s nothing but love between me, you, and these slugs
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| Hit him up wrap his body up in (?) rug
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| Who holding the heat?
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| Who leaving niggas cold in the street?
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| Y’all know me, ya (?), Ja-Rule the O. G
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| Niggas better watch me closely
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| Get a grip, it’s hennessy that fuels all that murdery shit
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| When I look in the mirror my reflection is killer
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| Jigga, X, Ja niggas
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| It’s murda |