| Playas, know what I’m sayin
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| We got some thing for you hatas
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| And yall can fuck wit us baby
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| And chupa mi verga
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| I’m ever lastin outcastin
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| You bitches in this game
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| For the past 21 years
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| It’s been to late for me to change
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| I’m not even knowin where I’m goin
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| When I’m hoppin up on my mission
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| But I’m brakin you bitches and you hoes
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| For makin for sure you payin attention
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| Cause hoes be the gators
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| Turnin my niggas into hatas
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| When a push comes down to shove
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| Bitch I’m gonna holla at you later
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| Cause I ain’t got no time to be under pressure
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| With this strap wraped around my waist
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| This Smith and Wesson
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| That’ll teach you niggas a lesson
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| Stressin you bitches out with
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| A fuckin murder 187
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| Tap that ass with a 45
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| Sendin you on your way to heaven
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| Even 211's gotta seem tradgic
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| Puttin them bastards up in the plastic
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| Livin in the darkness cause I’m heartless
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| Leavin you niggas up in a casket
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| Boy (?) those 6's on your ass
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| Say who? |
| Knigtowl and Skrilla
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| With Big Red comin down with a gun
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| It’s blast blast
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| Never gave a fuck about these hoes
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| That’s on my dick
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| Gotta brake em off one time
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| With the real red bump
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| No rears we tryin to kiss
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| We be some playas and hustlas
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| And we do just what we feel
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| And we gon keep it comin real
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| Now I be the one with the clip on trip
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| Mothafuckas try to battle
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| But they all gon slip
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| You can not fuckin handle this vandle
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| I’m bringin scandles
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| It’ll be your life that I’ma take
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| I’m showin you how it be done
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| I got you mothafuckin bitches like DMC
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| On the run
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| I be the one that be doin them things
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| Got money lot’s of diamond rings
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| All you mothafuckas know the way
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| Chris Gun sings
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| There’s lots of fuckin envy
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| A lot of putos getting jealous
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| How can a white boy like you
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| Rock some accopellas
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| But you’re the fuckin dopest
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| Leavin all them bitches hopeless
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| They better focus
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| And take a look at where the scope is
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| Cause mothafuckas like you panic
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| That say that I’m satanic
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| You best learn don’t fuck around
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| With this hispanic
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| My lyrics be the bomba
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| Much love to fuckin Sombra
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| We had a fuckin fall out
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| Had to let that fuckin shit
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| We bang the same hood homes
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| It oughta be all good homes
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| Together we unstoppable
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| Like I and Slush untouchable
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| We keep it comin as hustlas
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| Hienas coteplatin to fuck us
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| But you just can’t touch us killas
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| And figgas only amongst us
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| Bringin the rudkus that corrputs
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| Me inside my military mind
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| With my artillery right behind
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| In cars are mine then come reply
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| When I resight all my sentences
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| The world is my nemises
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| Shall prevail to be number 1
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| Just like genises
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| I just don’t walk in I make entrences
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| Hoes expected dick
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| Get possesed like the Exorsist
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| When their faced with this
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| Cause I’ll fuck em so good
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| Make a dyke turn straight
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| Money in the mob pit
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| Like I’m pushen some weight
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| Put my power to brake
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| I can’t take it I’m just given in
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| Screamin fuck these crooked cops
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| And the world we livin in
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| Sinnin there ain’t no winnin
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| Unless we all hustle
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| The white man heard of watchin us buckle
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| And killin each other
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| Challenge me my infantry shall prevail
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| My army’s full of Kamakazis
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| That’s ready for hell
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| We shall prevail |