| This is how we murder shit; |
| Chop sumn, pop sumn
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| Down to the floor, leave that boy burnin'
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| It’s P now you learnin' it, mind on the purple shit
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| Pass me the kush, let me show you what I’m workin' with
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| I stab a nigga, have a nigga bloody on the cement
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| I don’t look for trouble so don’t give me a reason
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| Bounce your fuckin' head on the ground like a ball
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| Cuz I do 'em dirty, leave 'em blurry on the floor
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| 'Cuz that blood get in they eyes, I Mobb on these niggas, B
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| You F 'round, you go to sleep, mess around and die, see
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| I live for my kids and the universe need me
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| Grab the earth, and shake it repeatedly
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| Now shorty don’t quit, get it, get it
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| Let me see you move it
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| Twerk that body, body
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| Love the way the way you do it
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| (This is Catch Body Music)
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| Girl, I get you bodied
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| You can be yourself, and let it all out with me mami
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| Shorty don’t quit, get it, get it
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| Show me how you move it
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| Twerk that body, body
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| Love the way the way you do it
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| (This is Catch Body Music)
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| Girl, I get you bodied
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| You can be yourself, and let it all out with me mami
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| Told you
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| This is how we kill shit: Slice 'em, dice 'em
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| Carve 'em up real nice like cold cut slices
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| Las Vegas P — is at the crap tables
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| I’m throwin' G’s, and I’m comin' up
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| Yeah, show you how to win, show 'em where to begin
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| But where you gon' end up is in god’s plans
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| I can’t make the jackass drink the water
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| But I can look out for 'em and show 'em where it’s at (where it’s at)
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| I’m so hungry, that I could eat a horse
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| I’m so thirsty, I could drink the horse blood
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| Contrary to your belief, P is that shit
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| You ain’t gotta like my style, my fans hold me down
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| Now shorty don’t quit, get it, get it
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| Let me see you move it
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| Twerk that body, body
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| Love the way the way you do it
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| (This is Catch Body Music)
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| Girl, I get you bodied
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| You can be yourself, and let it all out with me mami
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| Shorty don’t quit, get it, get it
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| Show me how you move it
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| Twerk that body, body
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| Love the way the way you do it
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| (This is Catch Body Music)
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| Girl, I get you bodied
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| You can be yourself, and let it all out with me mami
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| Yeaah — 'Cuz I bang the ratch'
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| Turn me up loud, this a fresh, hot batch
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| The new, steamin', hot shit, fresh off the grain
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| Banana clip P, bandanna on, my chain-
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| Shit run through my veins, I could never fail
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| I could only get iller, could only prevail
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| Click clack, when it gets like that, you chill
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| Uh, a lil' too late for that, go to hell
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| Yo, this is how dun gangsters, they be hall-of-famers
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| But playin' dangerous games, I make you famous, see
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| This is how I slaughter them, and I mean all o' them
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| Rapper talk back, rapper get clapped, all o' them (all o' them)
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| And then we find more a' them
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| These niggas is like roaches, exterminate all o' them
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| Get up on dem broad dem, love and record them
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| Then play it for my niggas when we dyin' to ballin'
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| Now shorty don’t quit, get it, get it
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| Let me see you move it
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| Twerk that body, body
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| Love the way the way you do it
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| (This is Catch Body Music)
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| Girl, I get you bodied
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| You can be yourself, and let it all out with me mami
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| Shorty don’t quit, get it, get it
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| Show me how you move it
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| Twerk that body, body
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| Love the way the way you do it
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| (This is Catch Body Music)
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| Girl, I get you bodied
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| You can be yourself, and let it all out with me mami |