| He’s now another victim of my fuckin' Deadly Stang
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| I watch the bubble from his blood surface from his brain
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| The devil in my car
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| Can’t keep my seatbealt fasten
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| The fifteens keep on blastin'
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| Say come get crunk with me
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| The police creep up real slow
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| I turned the volume down low
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| Smoke my purple kush smoke
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| And wait for the light to say go
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| Let the music wang, let it rain pain
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| Feel the bang, drive you insane
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| Own star system mane
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| Touch screen, sony thangs, snort about a pound o' cane
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| Bring you into fame when you fuckin' with this mane
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| .50 cal will dot the hoes, extra clip out the door
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| Make you die slow. |
| when I let the hollow spit go
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| Never know yo when it’s all I wrote
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| Grab a SWAT Team go here back up in that hoe
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| He gon' get me, that’s a word in the streets
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| I keep big heat, he die quickly
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| Don’t fuck with me, my goes «bang bang»
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| His goes skeet skeet, I’m bipoly
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| This ain’t what you want, trick, when I’m full of funk
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| Bum with the gun, Koop — originator crunk
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| 25 years of my life time ridin' 'round Memphis with the same damn body in my
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| trunk
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| He’s now another victim of a fuckin' Deadly Stang
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| I watch the bubble from his blood surface from his brain |