| I show up in the room, wit a witch and a broom
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| Mothafuckas know how I do it when I show
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| Blowin up houses showin up like mouses
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| Leavin fuckin holes in wall til they fall
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| Callin up the 5−0 snitchin on the wyno
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| You dont wanna fuck wit these mothafuckas I know
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| Gasoline matches sleepin in the matress
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| Give your bitch your matches, boom you’re ashes
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| Sleepin in the gutter, what about your service
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| Nobodys around him, they say I make em nervous
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| Run for eternal, salute me like a Cornnel
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| Never could escape all the flames from the lake
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| Now you got a widow, broke without a nickle
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| Askin me Little, can you be my sicko
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| Burnin up my bridges, make your turn religous
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| Tell my nigga Easy to holla when he sees me
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| I have a feelin, I think it’s gonna mean
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| A whole lot of killin, when you fuckin wit me
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| You have a feelin, think you better run
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| Tell me who the villain, Mr. Lil One
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| I went up in your pad, on your mother and your dad
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| Had to tie em up, had a nigga fired up
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| I think I need a change, I’ve been chillin in the range
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| Time to loosin up, grab my shit and juice em up
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| Fuckin wit the ghetto, we got a score to settle
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| When ever we face, but your pedal to the medal
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| Pray for your life, I’m like O.J. |
| wit a knife
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| I beat it cause I cheated, bitch I’m undefeated
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| 66 and 0, and got 6 to go
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| Lick up on the dick when I pick another hoe
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| Show no remoarse, ofcourse you’re a corpse
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| When ever we bump in the forest like Gump
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| See me in the Omen, beenie on my dome and
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| Since I was a child, drivin mothafuckas wild
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| Obsessive, possesive, and never have I rested
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| Demon in my soul, now won’t you come and test it
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| Cat behind my back, grab your gat it’s all good
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| Eventually it’ll get to me, creep up in your hood
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| Danger I’ma stranger, dress up like a homeless
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| Activate dissaster, find your body domeless
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| From the neck down, what went down
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| Thought about your homies, I think they let your down
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| That’s insecurities fuckin wit maturity
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| Thought about a foe, sick then it occured to me
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| He heard of me, he chose to be a starter
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| Fatal your mistake, never take me from my daughter
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| Use your imagination, premeditation
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| Execute you mother and your whole generation
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| Give you all the chills, make you pop pills
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| Piss up on your jeans, see me in your dreams
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| Prepared to be, scared of me, Satan can’t compare to me
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| Come to my legacy, my daughters right next to me |