| He talk alot about the game but he ain’t got it, heen got it
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| He talk alotta gangsta shit but he ain’t 'bout it, heen 'bout it
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| Come test my gangsta lil buddy like we ain’t rowdy
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| Watch me empty out the clip and leave the murder scene cloudy
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| Pussy nigga ya ain’t 'bout it, he ain’t 'bout it
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| Who you buckin' who you blastin'? |
| He ain’t ride it, he ain’t ride it
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| He ain’t really 'bout that action, he ain’t 'bout it, he ain’t 'bout it
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| Who you buckin' who you blastin'? |
| He ain’t ride it, he ain’t ride it
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| He ain’t really 'bout that action, he ain’t 'bout it
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| What’s the business, are y’all hearin' this?
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| You niggas just can’t be serious
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| Delirious they just a (?)
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| Claimin' they killa just as hard as me
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| (?) me, it’s hardest knock
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| Never in life did they have to plot
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| Never in life did you pull my card
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| Never in life did you come this hard
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| With no regard it’s pimpin' playa
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| Trickin' these hoes out the baby maker
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| Chasin' this paper all around the nation
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| Quick to blast with no hestitation
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| Medication I’m peddlin', altercations I’m settlin'
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| So (?) start (?) before I get into some (?)
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| (?), I shot some down
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| Pick the sucker up with the tommy round
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| Mac got a (?), y’all know the sound
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| Everytime gotta have to clown
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| Everytime gotta have to click
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| Everytime gotta lets it rip
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| Everytime y’all suckers slip
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| I’m givin' you that gangsta shit
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| Them gangsta hits y’all love to hear
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| Buckin' off through yo atmosphere
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| Buckin' off through yo hemisphere
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| I’m outta here, do you hear me clear?
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| (?) spittin' you that game
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| It’s Nasty Nardo, Scarecrow jookin' in the Black Rain
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| Now I don’t listen to that he say, she say
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| Niggas out here lie 'bout gunplay
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| Get up with my bitch and cut yo core then post back up on parkway
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| Niggas lyin' 'bout they shine, ain’t got a pot to piss
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| Money matter, bullets scatter, make them cowards slit yo wrist
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| Where the work? |
| I never seen it but you runnin' out of luck
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| Quit that lyin' to the world, you bitches need to man up
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| I give you (?) lyin' cause my granddaddy raise no bitch
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| Yea you 'bout it, hoe I doubt cause we know you full of shit
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| You don’t know where I been at, the mouth and actin' harder do
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| I show you just what I’m about when I start aimin' guns at you
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| I’m in yo grill like barbecue, if you want it, we can bring it
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| Bury niggas like the Phoenix, my fire will not extinguish
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| Black clubs, black mask, black nigga
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| I’m a soldier like a civilians in Bagdhad nigga
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| It’s about to be a sacrifice
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| (?) send 'em to the afterlife
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| It’s Black Rain boy, we murkin' for the braggin' rights
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| BLAY!
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| I am Lord Infamous, it’s so ridiculous, how fast I pull out this trigger and
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| hit ya
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| Lil trick you don’t want me to come get up with ya 'cause I will erase your
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| punkass out the picture
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| Samurai split ya, .44 lit ya, do not approach cause the locals will get ya
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| Rumblin' rough as rowdy as wizards, kamikaze, split you like scissors
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| Goons and goblins, mobbers, robbers, where I’m from they throb for victims
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| Tag 'em, bag 'em, drag 'em to the river after killers sick 'em
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| It don’t matter mane, just pick 'em, put 'em in a bag and zip 'em
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| Aimin' .50, catch you slippin', .223 start to rip 'em
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| Nigga you got it all fucked up, you think I won’t put this slug in yo guts
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| Better go and catch a cut before I crank this chainsaw up
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| Slugs you will swallow, I fill you with hollows, yo niggas would follow,
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| there is no tomorrow
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| When I crank this auto, I hit the drank bottle and leavin' yo bodies in the
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| grotto
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| No nigga’s safe, no nigga’s straight that’s the Scarecrow motto
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| And fuckin' with killers that jack a bitch then you hit the lotto
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| I hear you spooky, I hear you tough, I hear you really bad
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| But you just beggin' like a bitch with this heat in yo ass |