| Put me in the dirt and leave my body to de-, body to decay
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| You feel me?
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| You see me hoppin' out that bucket with a donkey dick extended clip
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| Ridin' with your partner so that’s more bodies finna get hit
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| I’m from the streets that’ll chew you up and spit you out quick, in a jiffy
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| You say you 'bout that action but I’ve never seen you pull no licks
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| I let the llama do the speakin', it don’t take no talk-back (Grrah)
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| I take your bitch and make her flip, bitch, she gon' work her track
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| Protected by my dead homies, rollin' one deep inside the 'Lac
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| I pop the trunk, this thirty got me geekin', burnin' down the sack
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| Bitch, I’m the Militant Gorilla (Ayy, ayy)
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| The Walking Corpse and I ain’t talkin' 'bout no thriller
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| Totin' on the capper driller (Ayy, ayy)
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| Apply the pressure, stomp you out so you gon' feel this
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| It’s that boss shit, knock a bitch, I’m steady flossin'
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| I’m in the field, runnin' deep, watch me mosh shit
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| You in my hood so you better walk with caution
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| BGs gonna strip you down 'cause they ain’t got no other options
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| You say you 'bout it but you talkin' to the feds
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| My young BG pull up and bust your fuckin' head
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| There ain’t no God in here so he can’t hear your prayers
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| Knockin' down your block, it’s the Gorilla huntin' heads
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| You say you 'bout it but you talkin' to the feds
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| My young BG pull up and bust your fuckin' head
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| There ain’t no God in here so he can’t hear your prayers
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| Knockin' down your block, it’s the Gorilla huntin' heads
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| Let me tell you a thing; |
| streets don’t love you, that’s a game
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| I done seen too many goons get killed or locked up in the cage
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| You get taken from your innocence at a very young age
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| Tryna put food on the table 'cause yo' momma barely gettin' paid
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| Grew up in a roach-infested house, less cuttin', now fuck a drought
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| Tryna make the move 'cause this next nigga tryna take me out
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| Paranoia runnin' deep in through my mind
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| Huggin' tight all on my bitch but my bitch is a Glock .9
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| The red beam touch your face, bring the static, watch me infiltrate
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| Pull up to your compound in the pit of rage
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| I’m like a surgeon, give your bitch-ass a new face, slit
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| Never trusted with the autopilot in the spaceship
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| Red and blue lights, duckin' from the feds, if I get caught, then I’m dead
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| Put me in a coffin, leave me bloody red
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| I’m out the window with that bullshit
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| I turn your kickback into a funeral, empty out the fuckin' clip
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| You say you 'bout it but you talkin' to the feds
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| My young BG pull up and bust your fuckin' head
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| There ain’t no God in here so he can’t hear your prayers
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| Knockin' down your block, it’s the Gorilla huntin' heads
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| You say you 'bout it but you talkin' to the feds
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| My young BG pull up and bust your fuckin' head
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| There ain’t no God in here so he can’t hear your prayers
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| Knockin' down your block, it’s the Gorilla huntin' heads
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| Put me in the dirt and leave my body to de-, body to decay
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| Put me in the dirt and leave my body to de-, body to de- |