| I’m always smokin' on some reefer, keep the crime on my radar
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| Only way to stack some millions to beat this crooked system
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| I maintain, watchin' my back, cause niggas throwin' crosses
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| And I ain’t acceptin' losses from you playa hatin' bitches and you know this
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| My homies dyin', the majority, they got murdered
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| (?) the fate to die so draw yo scrap motherfucker
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| I’m evil-minded, we’re causin' slaughters, we comin' so deep
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| With this Killa Klan Kaze, we placin' hollow shells in yo sleep
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| Nobody crosses me, I’m down with the Three 6
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| Live by that Killa Man, haters don’t make our hitlist
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| Cause all of you studio G’s, you can’t survive
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| Pullin' yo gun and catchin' a case, *chhua tfffuh* in yo damn face
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| Skinny forcin' you to shoot, nigga what I got my hockey mask
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| Get up out that house, I’m finna burn it up
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| Owe me not, see me not, not a thing — Jason did it
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| But it was all about them profits, we ain’t no playa hatas bitch
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| Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
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| Just as I thought the fools kept steppin'
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| Gimi Sum Family, Live By Yo Rep…
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| Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
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| Just as I thought the fools kept steppin' |