| Come on
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| What?
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| Come on
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| Niggas are fuckin' with the illest
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| Baby get realest (What?)
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| And shit we do today
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| Is gon' catch up with us
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| And kill us
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| mothafuckas head was shot (Damn!)
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| Fuckin lead was hot (Damn!)
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| And leave em dead (Damn!)
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| cuttin' shit up
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| Like raw key (Woo!)
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| It’s like I’m from Crystal Lake
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| And my last name is Voorhees (Come on!)
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| Only cause I know
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| How you look up to a nigga
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| From the ground (Come on!)
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| If you don’t know
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| Ask the nigga that they
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| Just put in the ground
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| Slugs weigh about a ounce
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| So I must have put in a pound
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| At least (Bitch!)
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| Gave it to another nigga for lookin' (Come on!)
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| Money before the slugs (Woo!)
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| Remember me cause
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| I’ma be there
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| To bury you
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| And we’ll just get it on
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| In the cemetery
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| If they got you fucked up
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| And they keep talkin' that shit
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| Just tell em
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| Who want what?
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| Who want what?
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| When you pull up
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| Outside right in front of they crib
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| Just tell em
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| Who want what?
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| Who want what? |
| (What?)
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| An when they call the police
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| And tell em what you did
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| Just tell em (Come on!)
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| Who want what?
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| Who want what? |
| (What?)
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| Stomp down and
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| Ruff Ryders
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| You should know what it is
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| I’m yellin (Come on!)
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| Who want what?
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| Who want what?
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| Sniffin on bath salts
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| Hear the click
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| Turn your click
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| Into caviar
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| Hit a lick at your stash spot
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| And dip through the backyard
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| Vanguard
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| Trust me with the triggers
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| It’s hands on
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| dope shit
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| Get hit like a roach clip
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| My shooters hop out of
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| Ubers with bazookas
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| They don’t miss
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| We hammerhead sharks
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| And the goldfish
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| Explosive
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| Throw latex gloves in the trunk
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| We leaving no prints
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| Patron sippin
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| I get violent at times
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| Ruff Ryders
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| Slugs firing through the side of your ride
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| I’m outta my mind
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| I’m a product of the block I reside
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| I’ll leave your brains across the pavement
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| With your body outlined
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| Certified homicide with Dame Grease on the beat
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| Throw DMX on a record
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| We bringing heat to the street
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| Who let the dogs out?
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| They told me it’s a dog eat dog world
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| So when it’s dark and Hell is hot
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| I’ll be on all of y’all nerves
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| If they got you fucked up
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| And they keep talkin' that shit
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| Just tell em
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| Who want what?
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| Who want what?
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| When you pull up
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| Outside right in front of they crib
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| Just tell em
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| Who want what?
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| Who want what? |
| (What?)
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| An when they call the police
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| And tell em what you did
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| Just tell em (Come on!)
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| Who want what?
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| Who want what? |
| (What?)
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| Stomp down and
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| Ruff Ryders
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| You should know what it is
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| I’m yellin (Come on!)
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| Who want what?
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| Who want what?
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| Who want what?
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| Who want what?
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| Who want what?
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| Who want what? |
| (What?) (Come on!)
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| Who want what?
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| Who want what? |
| (What?) (Come on!)
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| Who want what?
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| Who want what? |