| Potna I’m vicious, you better check my statistics
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| Pimp the blood out of bitches, and boy I off a witness
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| Coughin' on the cat piss with some gats under the matress
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| Two fat double actions that chop like axes
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| Nigga I tear patches, bring the heat like matches
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| Pigs tryin' to snatch us but they can’t catch us
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| Cause homie with chip, is too quick for Crown Vic
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| Plus I gotta give em' the slip cause I’m a ex-convict
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| One more strike I’m out, fuck what they talkin' bout
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| I’m hyphin' out, ain’t no strikin' out
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| I’m a home run hitta, get a, bitch to do my dirt
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| Nigga the game bring pain, that’s why I hurt
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| Feelin' the pain
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| Feelin' the pain
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| Feelin' the pain
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| (Once more)
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| I got some cuddies on Kemper, with some bad ass tempers
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| Just layin' dead to make a muthafucka wimper
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| In the winter rock some G-focs and peacoats, with the dope
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| Tryin' to push more flake than ski slopes
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| Pocket full of c-notes, tryin' to live life lav
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| But in this game sometimes you have to live like sav
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| It’s a bumpy road, so I’m always in a grumpy mode
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| Drunk at the club, hella buzzed, nigga bumping hoes
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| Who knows I might bump a Bonnie like Clyde got
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| Run up with somethin' in the bitch, nigga, why not
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| I’m hot, disgusted, tired of being busted
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| I’m tellin' you somebody finna get hit with the musket
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| I’mma do what I gotta do to get it up out of you
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| Fuck robbin' one, fool a rob a crew
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| We call it eattin' when we catch a fool leakin'
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| Straight face take his shit, nigga no sneakin'
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| We can get a knot out a spot, hop coast
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| Murder, get further, to a spot that’s not close
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| Get cheese like nachos, go bother some notch hoes
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| Always keepin' the hascos strapped like Roscoes
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| P. Coldtrain, we feed cocaine
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| To the dope fiends, who need dope mayne
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| Knock, knock who is it
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| My lil' nigga with the smidgets
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| Tryin' to stack some digits
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| Nigga can you dig it? |