| I ain’t tryna squash no beef, nigga
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| We into it 'til you die, real street nigga
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| At yo' funeral, I might just slide, rest in pee, nigga
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| Shoot up everybody that’s outside
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| I bet Wooski feel this one, I bet Wooski still twitchen
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| He changed, somethin' different
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| I got clips like Mel Gibson, all full none of them empty
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| I know niggas scared to come around when I pop out outside
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| I done give niggas whole head starts, still I hawk 'em down
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| That shit crazy, Krump was doin' all that woofin'
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| And he ain’t even make it
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| Melly got shot up in the party, started Harlem shakin'
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| If the pigs keep tweakin' |