| Bitch I ain’t been away
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| Just been catching bodies
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| Counting duffles
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| You can fuck around and get a dirty dozen
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| For ya trouble
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| Bitch I heard you ain’t even really got that iron
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| What’s your problem
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| Put ya feet up on a block
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| And catch you slippin' to the bottom
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| And every time I hit ya bitch
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| She know it’s fuck a condom
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| While you sit around and hippy flip
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| I’m out here causin' problems
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| Gotta put your brothers on
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| Even if you ain’t got it
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| I ain’t never gonna change
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| Until my skin is fuckin' rotten
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| Fuck
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| Yah
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| Come catch a body
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| You ain’t a killer, bitch
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| Don’t even try me
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| Better duck
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| Yah
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| Scars on my body
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| Smile for the picture
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| This flash on my shoty
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| Fuck
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| Yah
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| Come catch a body
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| You ain’t a killer, bitch
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| Don’t even try me
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| Better duck
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| Yah
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| Scars on my body
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| Smile for the picture
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| This flash on my shoty
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| Bitch get the fuck up
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| Want this fade? |
| Well you got it
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| A knife in yo gut and a hand in my pocket
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| Stand the fuck up, get snuffed out like a man
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| Gripping the drum like I play in a band
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| And I can’t even stand, but I won’t stop the poppin'
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| You dropped yo location, (yo foreign a coffin?)
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| I’m Lord of Flies cuz I stay where it’s rotten
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| Heroin trip make you feel like a goblin
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| Scripts in my body make me feel demonic
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| Crashing my whip off the rocks, talking onyx
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| Deep in the pit, I want out, lemme stop
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| Please let me stop it
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| Fuck
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| Yah
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| Come catch a body
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| You ain’t a killer, bitch
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| Don’t even try me
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| Better duck
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| Yah
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| Scars on my body
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| Smile for the picture
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| This flash on my shoty
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| Fuck
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| Yah
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| Come catch a body
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| You ain’t a killer, bitch
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| Don’t even try me
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| Better duck
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| Yah
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| Scars on my body
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| Smile for the picture
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| This flash on my shoty
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| Uh huh, uh huh
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| Gang, gang, gang, gang
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| Uh huh, uh huh
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| Gang, gang, gang, gang
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| Scars on my body
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| For the tally I’ve murdered
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| What’s my pocket
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| No, you’ll eat the dirt
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| You think you’re so godly
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| Yeah what is your worth?
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| A price on your head
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| Man, I’ll get the hearse
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| Ain’t no easy talkin' on it
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| Just get stomp on the turf
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| A fuck nigga’s a fuck nigga
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| No blessin' for twerps
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| Ain’t no future havin' brightness
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| You’ll be dark in a hurry
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| Slicin' niggas for percentage
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| And doing deal with the mercs
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| A single nigga in my
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| They get a death, they were cursed
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| Ay, I snatch a nigga status
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| And his blood for the thirst
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| And if his momma worry about him
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| Hey, my to a purse
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| And how that nigga really folded
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| He more a wallet than a purse
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| Hah hah!
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| Buck shot
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| Splittin' yo purse
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| And I make you the
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| You
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| Fuck yeah
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| Bodies be pilin'
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| Karate keep wildin'
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| You end on
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| your body
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| I’m back in the alley
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| Keep it tidy
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| Decapitation for niggas wildin'
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| No second guesses
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| Just bodies flyin'
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| You niggas well
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| And you really tryin' to breathe
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| And still gettin' high
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| And ain’t smellin' just two pistols
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| Usually be on the
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| And I see none of you talkin' to
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| And no rappin' that get you rap
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| Keep cappin' that get you smack
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| Keep actin' then you get tap
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| Keep black and that get you
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| Don’t fuck with your situation
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| These bullets be percolatin'
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| You feelin' the titillatin'
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| in their faces
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| Lil bitch
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| Fuck
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| Yah
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| Come catch a body
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| You ain’t a killer, bitch
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| Don’t even try me
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| Better duck
|
| Yah
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| Scars on my body
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| Smile for the picture
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| This flash on my shoty
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| Fuck
|
| Yah
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| Come catch a body
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| You ain’t a killer, bitch
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| Don’t even try me
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| Better duck
|
| Yah
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| Scars on my body
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| Smile for the picture
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| This flash on my shoty |