| My life in a nutshell contains some things
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| You wouldn’t want to make public, too ashamed to sang
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| I got a pack of Black & Milds and a gang of change
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| And crown royal bag put a away for a rainy day
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| I know it’s hard to accept this barcode
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| Born too eclectic, y’all narcoleptic
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| Niggas better () go to your local gambling stock
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| And try to raise the stakes on Kutt
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| Because (why?)
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| He came to turn the world out (Kutt)
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| Since then, now what you know 'bout?
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| Loosen your mind up, just to remind that
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| Kansas City, Missouri’s now a loop in a line-up
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| see the snake and a bat
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| You can mistake it for rap supervillain without the cape and a hat
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| Screamin' «Nnutthowze, six, six, triple-eight, four, six, nine, nine three
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| bombin' with a warning»
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| Please, watch out for that nigga there
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| He’s not your average, he’s somethin' like a playa
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| Round up your cavalries and bust 'til nothing’s there
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| all the smoke is clear, it’s that nigga there
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| Listen up, I’m about to get dope
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| Nah, for real, I need two pills I can’t cope
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| I’m manish, don’t give a fuck about menace
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| Manic depressive and scandalous
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| While poppin' holes in, my manager can’t stand this
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| Walkin' around with a hole in my brain
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| Hold that thought, I’m tryna grab a ho that sings
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| So what are you sayin', my brains are decompose in vain
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| It’s all from bitches with erroneous
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| My soul sinkin' from drinkin' this Olde English
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| And thinkin' the more meanin' to find out the whole reason why
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| I love bitches screamin' «How you do that baby?»
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| It’s all simple and come out of y’all mental
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| Well spoken o
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| So niggas don’t try to me
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| I got a PhD plus the persuasion of some GHB
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| Please, watch out for that nigga there
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| He’s not your average, he’s somethin' like a playa
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| Round up your cavalries and bust 'til nothing’s there
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| all the smoke is clear, it’s that nigga there
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| Last verse is purposely wrote for you to quote
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| And make note that I’m purposely dope, it ain’t joke
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| I came to get it crunk, comin' down with the 50
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| And poppin' up the trunk
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| When you see me freeze, oh that’s with my the piece
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| Straight from the gang of the Deuce soldiers
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| Niggas ain’t flame 'cause it ain’t none colder
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| Makin' it sound like a, bringin' the doom like bubonics
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| Leavin' you STD niggas cured with my antibiotics
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| Or antiseptics, I plan to wreck it respected
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| But if not then fuck it, here’s a
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| What you gon' do when you make a million sales?
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| I’m gonna have some fun (like what?)
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| Like hold the government for ransom
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| Black strap with a handgun
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| Sir, on line one, bitch
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| Please, watch out for that nigga there
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| He’s not your average, he’s somethin' like a playa
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| Round up your cavalries and bust 'til nothing’s there
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| all the smoke is clear, it’s that nigga there
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| Please, watch out for that nigga there
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| He’s not your average, he’s somethin' like a playa
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| Round up your cavalries and bust 'til nothing’s there
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| all the smoke is clear, it’s that nigga there |