| Man get that hoe ass nigga up out the studio, man!
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| He sound like a bitch!
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| Yeah get that bitch ass nigga up outta here, man
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| Dick suckin ass nigga
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| Hoe ass nigga!
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| That’s right… we ain’t fuckin wit no hoe ass niggas
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| Yeah, Moebadis, you tell them hoe ass niggas
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| I’ll tell you like this muthafucka
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| I ain’t want no hoe ass nigga around…
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| Bitch you wanna ride a niggas coat tails
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| Know what I’m sayin all the way to the top
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| For real! |
| None of this shit nigga! |
| Gothom bitch!
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| Gothom…
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| Bitch you better do some work!
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| Know what I’m sayin, Gothom, all that
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| Youse a hoe ass nigga WHAT!
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| Youse a hoe ass nigga, don’t gimme no HAN
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| Nigga fuck your bank, and ya breath stank
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| Youse a hoe ass nigga, all by yourself
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| If you’re rich or you’re poor, through your sickness and health
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| Youse a hoe ass nigga, don’t gimme no shit
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| You scurvy as hell, nigga suck the dick
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| Youse a hoe ass nigga yeah I said that
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| And plus my nigga Mastamind got my back
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| I got your card pulled, bitch you all about some bullshit
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| Need to get yo ass beat like a slave with a bull whip
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| I don’t need no hoes around me but to fuck em
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| Niggas talkin about me behind my back I never trust em
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| Then the bitch ass niggas wanna turn me in
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| Out of retaliation I ride on em, you turned, it’s been a
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| Nation of killers is born, hoe ass niggas be gone
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| Come to Detroit, face the storm, and get rained on
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| You talk like you been drinkin for days
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| Been thinkin of ways to kill me
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| But they HANs and never feel me
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| My shit is too deep to tread
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| I need a, hoe ass nigga wit me like I need a hole in my head
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| You a hoe ass nigga everybody know you (Gothom)
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| They hate your ways, and the things you do
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| Youse a hoe ass nigga, that perpetrated
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| You must be a playa to be playa hated
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| Youse a hoe ass nigga gettin suited and booted
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| You look like a fool So Dre recruited
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| Youse a hoe ass nigga from Osbourne High
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| Youse a hoe ass nigga, and I can’t lie
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| Youse a small change nigga, standin around
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| Youse a hoe ass nigga, that wants to be down
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| You get clowned like a titty bar hoe (Bitch!)
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| In case you didn’t know you just a 304
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| 'Cause youse a know nothin, never gonna be nothin, hoe ass nigga
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| Always bluffin, penny pinchin, ass kissin, no hoe gettin
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| Think about it nigga, youse a? |
| ass nigga
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| Hoe ass nigga
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| You can suck my dick!
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| All these hoes all on my motherfuckin dick
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| Askin bout the superstars… motherfucker
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| Ridin these fine ghetto cars, you know how we layin
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| Gothom is motherfuckin life
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| And this is for the niggas who be real with they shit
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| Hoe ass niggas so illegit
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| Youse a hoe ass nigga you lived a hoe ass life
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| You got some hoe ass kids, and a hoe ass wife
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| My niggas thoroughbreds all dogs in my squad
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| We make the type of shit doubelievengod
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| If you a real muthafucka nigga blaze the gans
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| And tell them hoe ass niggas
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| Don’t gimme no HANs
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| Word came round there’s a price on my head
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| Said these niggas on the city streets want me dead
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| But that’s ok, player hation is a part of the game
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| I expect this type of shit from some mark ass lame
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| But for the situation at hand, I handle with ease
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| Rollin on these hoe ass niggas break em down to they knees
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| Let these niggas know my status and I ain’t no punk
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| Hit yo ass with some slugs, and knock off some chunks
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| And leave yo body in a puddle of blood, lights flashin
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| Gun blastin
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| I’m unmaskin my face to let you niggas know who did this shit to you
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| And I don’t give a fuck about you, or your crew
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| Now bring it on motherfuckers 'cause we strong as steel
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| And you motherfuckin niggas know the fuckin deal
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| Bitch it’s Reel Life product and Gothom too
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| Bitch it’s comin at yo ass son, what you gone do?
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| Youse a hoe ass nigga, everybody know you
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| They hate your ways, and the things you do
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| Youse a hoe ass nigga, that perpetrated
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| You must be a playa to be playa hated
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| Youse a hoe ass nigga, gettin suited and booted
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| You look like a fool… that the scene recruited
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| RJ Watkins in here… Nat Morris
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| These hoe ass niggas
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| It’s goin down like this
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| Hoe ass bitches
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| These hoe ass cops
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| The hoe ass IRS
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| The federellys
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| The bitches tryin to put me and my niggas in jail
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| FUCK them hoe ass niggas! |
| And you ain’t stoppin us, bitch, for real
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| Gothom baby
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| This goes out to every one of y’all
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| None of y’all
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| Niggas can see me
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| Don’t ask me bout no peace treaties, posters, eat your Wheaties
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| I’ll lock on all of y’all
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| Body count em till they fall
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| They arms too short to box wit me so they can’t brawl
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| Couldn’t save your life
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| If you had to roll the dice
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| Can’t survive the hit out on the head so pay the price
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| Nights are gettin colder
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| As the days are gettin shorter
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| Walkin round ready for war 'cause I’m a soldier
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| Bitch am I supposed to
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| Get rolled over?
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| I don’t owe the world shit but the last words I told ya
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| FUCK THE WORLD let my nigga TNT tell it
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| If that’s the way the shit is, then blaze the funkadelic
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| Legends, sedate me 'fore my mind goes crazy
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| Lately these niggas been actin shady tryin to play me
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| For a bitch!
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| Die me talk a neighborhood sucka
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| When you die they gone say you was a good motherfucka…
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| Gotta put these niggas in they place!
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| Same damn thing… I just WISH… wish… wish…
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| I’d have all the money… I’d spend it quickly
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| Man I just wish!
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| Now I say fuck it! |
| Fuck wishes!
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| I needs real things, REAL things
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| (Gothom, Gothom, Gothom, I wish, Gothom, Gothom, Gothom, Gothom)
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| BOOM! |
| You dead motherfucker! |
| You dead!
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| (Please Stand By)
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| I got 'em
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| (Got 'em, Gothom, Got 'em, Got 'em)
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| I got 'em
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| I got 'em, got 'em, got 'em
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| I got 'em
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| I got 'em, got 'em, got 'em
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| I got 'em, got 'em, got 'em
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| Fuck a bitch on my dick!
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| I’m all about real estate, and how much cash a nigga can get
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| Nobody knows I’m insane
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| I be the U-N-H-O-L-Y, nigga blow out your brains
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| See I’m Gothom for life
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| The black devil suicidal mind snatcher
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| One day I’m gonna catch you
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| I sold my soul for real
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| That’s why I’m rollin in the dough, nigga never had a record deal
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| Bruce Wayne Esham, unholy nigga
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| Three souls trapped inside the homicide
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| In the lyric I wrote, I never lied I collide
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| To the dead souls of all those who died, I tried
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| I don’t want to die with my eyes closed
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| And when the .45 slug connect, I resurrect
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| Nigga Jesus
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| I never trust so bust
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| And ain’t no love in this world only hate and lust and uh…
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| When I’m rollin wit the sawed off
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| Imma blow your head off… bitch
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| When I’m rollin with the sawed off
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| Imma blow your head off
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| When I’m rollin with the sawed off
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| Imma blow your head off… no fuck that
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| When I’m rollin with the sawed off
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| Imma blow your head off… yeah
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| I got those killas on my team, plus a triple beam
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| A bloody ass pistol and a half 'scalene
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| I done seen
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| More then your eyes can dream
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| I’m the future
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| Won’t hesitate to shoot ya
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| Pollute ya mind kidnapped, and rewind
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| Niggas been bitin my style since the beginning of time
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| I’m out of my mind, suicidal is my recital
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| Niggas listen to me when they want to be homicidal
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| Esham, the black devil, bitch I’m the man
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| All my niggas in Highland Park smoke the gan
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| I’m a street politician on a mission to kill
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| Gasoline around your house this ain’t no fire drill
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| Bitch I’ll burn yo shit up like a cocktail to a crack house
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| It ain’t nowhere to run from the gun that’s
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| Held in the hand by the man called Satan
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| And when you want to die nigga I’ll be waitin with the…
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| When I’m rollin with the sawed off
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| Imma blow your head off… That’s right, just, pop
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| When I’m rollin with the sawed off
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| Imma blow your head off
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| When I’m rollin with the sawed off
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| Imma blow your head off
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| When I’m rollin with the sawed off
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| Imma blow your head off
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| Nigga don’t ask me
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| Two keys in my chassis
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| Just hit the ditch in the damn Don Massey
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| The pump in the back seat so I’m still lookin fo' ya
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| I told ya motherfuckin mama it was nice to know ya
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| Mental telepathy tellin me I need therapy
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| Got voices in my head don’t need to take me out my misery
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| I’m 2 ½, but I wish it was a key
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| I wanna be the kingpin epitome
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| Niggas don’t consider me number 1 contender
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| So I must whip out my Glock and make em surrender
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| Poison your mind with the sickness in my rhyme
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| Designer of the flatline, walk through time and uh…
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| When I’m rollin with the sawed off
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| Imma blow your head off… yo
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| When I’m rollin with the sawed off
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| Imma blow your head off… I’m lookin for you |
| When I’m rollin with the sawed off
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| Imma blow your head off… uh
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| When I’m rollin with the sawed off
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| Imma blow your head off
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| Imma blow your head off
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| Imma blow your head off
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| Imma blow your head off
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| Imma blow your head off
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| Imma blow your head off
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| Imma blow your head off
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| Imma blow your head off |