| Young and tryna clear a crowd with the heat
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| When you ridin', better keep a .40 cal' by the seat
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| He was bangin' wrong 'til they found him deceased
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| It’s a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round in the streets, son
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| So you better look both ways, make your soul shake
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| Demons standin' in the doorway
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| Tell me Annie, are you okay? |
| Screamin' out «No way»
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| Tell me Annie, are you okay? |
| (Ow!)
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| Still on that bullshit, MJ
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| Really one of the hottest, and I never dropped a mixtape (Ow!)
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| All my life I had to risk-take (Ah)
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| But if they come and try me, .40 kick it 'til my wrist break (Ow!)
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| Let anybody in this bitch play (Ah)
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| I’ma have my C’s leave his ass in the ground with a stiff face (Ow!)
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| Where I’m from all the killers turn hood legend (Ah)
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| And they known through them blocks like the Kimbe (Ow!)
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| Totin' on something bigger than The Great Khali (Ah)
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| Thirty shots will knock him down like Muhammad Ali (Ow!)
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| Do the race, scratch off in a Trackhawk Jeep (Ah)
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| Catch him lackin', then it’s R.I.P (Ow!)
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| Young and tryna clear a crowd with the heat
|
| When you ridin', better keep a .40 cal' by the seat
|
| He was bangin' wrong 'til they found him deceased
|
| It’s a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round in the streets
|
| So you better look both ways, make your soul shake
|
| Demons standin' in the doorway
|
| Tell me Annie, are you okay? |
| Screamin' out «No way»
|
| Tell me Annie, are you okay? |
| (Ow!) |