| When we crash through your crowd
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| Throwin' chairs, breakin' jaws
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| Actin' a damn fool, yellin' «Motherfuck these laws»
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| They creepin' up on a come up so it’s time to make my move
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| I got my killas down in Memphis, ain’t nobody gon' be cool
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| I’m kickin' with Rap-A-Lot family, I was down like 24/7
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| I scope Flesh Bone trick-ass slippin', I got my weapon
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| Mr. Slick in the 'lac with them Tennessee drive-by tags
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| Drillin' the 5th Ward Boyz to fifth ward
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| We smokin' a bag of that weed dipped in wet
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| We in the set showed us love
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| But really I can’t get it out my head
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| That I got anna with them Bone Thugs
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| We was at the studio with Face, Doo and Little J
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| Payin' 'em dues at jammin' record shop
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| Everyday and every way
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| Lee and Stan believin' a nigga that keepin' a playa livin' it tight
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| Convincing me to stay down
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| Cause it ain’t gon' happen over night
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| But I couldn’t wait
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| I wanted to put them Bone Thugs in my trunk
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| I’m kickin' it with the Prophet hoe
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| For any nigga wanna feel this pump
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| Come and get ya some in the club, in the hood or coliseum
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| I’m down with the gang world wide
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| Let’s start a motherfuckin' riot with them bitches
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| (Let's start a motherfucking riot in this bitch!)
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| When we crash through your crowd
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| Throwin' chairs, breakin' jaws
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| Actin' a damn fool, yellin' «Motherfuck these laws»
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| I’m tryin' my best to come up in this game
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| See I was a long way from home
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| I’m packin' my nuts, tryin' to see glory
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| Hoping I don’t have to fire up this chrome
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| I’m drinkin' that bumpy face Vodka
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| Straight prepared for my enemy to creep
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| As I unload I’m takin' his soul
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| Cause Skinny Pimp mastered these streets
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| Jammin' on that thug-life showing no mercy
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| Hustlin', strugglin' to live
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| I wanna start a riot with East '99
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| North Memphis projects too trill
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| Breakin' up the club, we smokin' the bud
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| You’ll get done up we down with the Acres Homes
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| Killers that down with that homicide drive-by
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| Owning the streets we dwellin' on
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| Livin' by my rep, I’mma let my heat melt yo vest
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| And any nigga dissin' Gimisum pour Hennessy on his chest
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| When we crash through your crowd
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| Throwin' chairs, breakin' jaws
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| Actin' a damn fool, yellin' «Motherfuck these laws»
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| With a frown, full of that fry, ready to die, I’m too high
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| Three Six got my back, now throw your hood in the sky
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| We beatin' 'em down, then we shootin' 'em down
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| Skinny ain’t soft
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| Let’s start a riot like they did when Martin Luther King got his ass blowed off
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| Like Black Panthers did
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| (Let's start a motherfucking riot in this bitch!)
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| When we crash through your crowd
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| Throwin' chairs, breakin' jaws
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| Actin' a damn fool, yellin' «Motherfuck these laws»
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| Now as I breathe in light green
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| I get stranded, brain damage
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| I’m leavin' niggas in bandage
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| By breakin' the ten commandments
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| When we march into your place
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| With them gauges and AK’s
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| It ain’t no reason for you to be duckin'
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| Cause I be aimin' at yo face
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| When I be goin' through a thang better be scared to say my name
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| When you hang keep a gang
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| Skimask Troopaz got you ranged
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| In the presence of his kids, a nigga like me don’t give a damn
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| My associates is killers
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| Puttin' them bitches up under the ground
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| We comin' so thick
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| For niggas who thinkin' they thicker than my hood
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| Death row niggas be sentenced to die
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| We causin' a riot, I’m shakin' hoes with a walk-by
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| I stand by for the door to open then we run into your cell
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| Sticking up you with them? |
| bitch
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| Usin' that Woodlawn junky skill
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| Taking your foold, taking your shoes, you can’t even fall asleep
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| Callin' the guards every five minutes when we finna creep
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| I got a plan to escape from inside to outside
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| Bitch if you ain’t scared, let’s start a riot
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| (Let's start a motherfucking riot in this bitch!)
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| When we crash through your crowd
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| Throwin' chairs, breakin' jaws
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| Actin' a damn fool, yellin' «Motherfuck these laws» |