| I’m rulin' you niggas, from high up above
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| So bow down bitches, show the Villain some love
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| Let the baritone seat, gettin' fucked up on the weak
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| Gettin' fuck the Police
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| Mothafucker give me a drink
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| Hard nigga swervin, burnin' the street
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| I done drop my fuckin' blunt, now it’s burnin' the seat
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| See my nigga «HIGH!» |
| then crack me a bitch
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| They take my ass to the crib to smoke a little bit
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| And laugh of all you niggas be tryin' to do it
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| So keep your ass back, my son passed out
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| You niggas have to be whack, your mamma be jockin'
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| But can you blame that bitch, how these hoes be blockin?
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| They want the Villain, they want my ass stretched out
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| «Tripe X» shit with my nuts in their mouths
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| Because I’m Bout It! |
| Bout It!, nigga gotta shout it
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| And if I tell you I’m the best mothafucker don’t doubt it
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| These are the tales, the Villainist Tales
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| These are the Tales, a nigga knows so well
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| How many whack niggas must get dissed?
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| Before the Villain say: You can’t fuck this!
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| This shit’ll blow your fuckin' brain into pieces
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| When you’re dealin' with the villain, niggas dyin' to meet us
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| Whores tryin' to great us, every state that I’m in
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| And Bitch-Ass-Niggas wait to hate once again
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| Can’t help them selves, they’re born a pussy
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| Doin' this shit up in your hood but your ass is a rookie
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| These niggas out side posted it up by the curb
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| In a hurtle like a team while they’re passin' the herb
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| See the Punk-Ass-Police, run up on the whole east
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| Talkin' that shit, mothafucker you don’t know me
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| Nigga, I’m Ren, I’m the shit around here
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| Your weak ass only been rappin' for a year
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| Shut your ass up, take your bitch and walk
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| I’m statin' a fuckin' word, unless you told to talk
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| These are the tales, the Villainist Tales
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| These are the Tales, a nigga knows so well |