| Mr. Perez. |
| do you swear to tell the truth?
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| the whole truth.
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| and nothin but the truth
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| so help your God
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| fuck you all now!
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| he’s back for another one
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| this time he’s back harder, stronger and and and a little more troublesome
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| double the guns guns
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| double the fun fun
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| double the bitches bitches
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| double the fun fun
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| we can take it to the north from the bridge to the south to. |
| DIRTY, DIRTY!
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| we got them choppers choppers. |
| in them thirty thirty
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| you can be a hell of an elephant nigga
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| you aint gotta be intelligent just to see the rels of a nigga
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| shot and shit when youre firing click
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| you aint no thugs or a gangsta, so stop lyin yo bitch
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| i see, i study tupac like a history lesson, his murder was a mystery that made
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| history breachin but
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| no matter how much juicy he had when it came to the law he got no poetry justice
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| but thats the truth dawg.
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| That what? |
| thats the truth dawg
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| truth hurts, but but. |
| but thats the truth dawg!
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| oh oh no he didnt (OW!!!)
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| oh oh yes he did (OW!!!)
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| oh oh no he didnt (OW!!!)
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| oh oh yes he did, yes he did (OW!!!)
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| oh oh no i didnt
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| oh oh yes i did
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| C-U-B-O gonna rip it up ya’ll dont want that extra clip
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| Im from Miami mayn, pretty some yall understand
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| understand, im the man, move them thangs head to head
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| I open shop shop
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| takeover yo block block
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| pull up on them thang slow
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| everybody stop stop
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| imma stunna, baby hustla, baby get it, baby take it, baby drive em crazy
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| now really have you see me lately?
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| there he comes, there he goes
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| when he flows, he wont know, he gon blow, he been talking gi gi gi gi they know
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| yall hear that blocka blocka
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| so call the doctor doctor
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| i deal what i deal, when the bottom talk the choppers choppers
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| so get ready for cubo, cuz they say he gon blow
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| get. |
| get ready for what? |
| get ready for cubo
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| so get ready for cubo, cuz they say he gon blow
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| get. |
| get ready for what? |
| get ready for cubo
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| oh oh no he didnt (OW!!!)
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| oh oh yes he did (OW!!!)
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| oh oh no he didnt (OW!!!)
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| oh oh yes he did, yes he did (OW!!!)
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| Verse two
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| Dont make me flip out turn around and hurt you
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| I aint the violent type, im a nice guy
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| light skin, light eyes
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| who dreams over totally totally different type of americas
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| two point one seven eight. |
| exact wait
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| if its that raw like the south, in the turned base
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| if ya smart when you see that murder turn yo face
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| fuck DNA bitch, nigga we’ll burn the place
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| if ya dont see me at the crib
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| use em on the road, puttin food on the tables for my kids
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| imma hungry huslta, made a steak through your ribs
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| aint you mean it hustla, i can do what i did
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| i stay on my grizzle fo shizzle fo shizzle
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| thanks to my nizzle little jizzle off them hizzle fo shizzle
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| (Yeah.) That what? |
| thats the truth dawg
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| truth hurts, but but. |
| but thats the truth dawg!
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| oh oh no he didnt (OW!!!)
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| oh oh yes he did (OW!!!)
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| oh oh no he didnt (OW!!!)
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| oh oh yes he did, yes he did (OW!!!) |