| Shout to my thugs and my scrubs going in for the kill
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| Mad love for my fam, yeah, keeping it real
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| Still holding that hatchet up, holding shit down
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| Terrorizing folks, painted up like a wicked clown
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| S — H — A double G — Y
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| Numero Two D — O — P — E
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| I — stood up to the test of time I know you like «fuck me»
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| 2nd LP between Joker’s Cards
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| ICP for life, love it like a second wife
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| Murderous beats and wicked lyrics, shit’s nice
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| Never think twice never looking back now
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| Always looking forward and deliver, believe that
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| I write my raps and my skin with a sharp blade
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| With my eyes shut in a cloud of haze
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| Step up to the mic and recite the chorus
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| Read it backwards, hit it forward, with demonic twang
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| Not known to sing, but the shit I bring
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| Get your spine tingling, brain stem to bottom
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| This ring, what it mean, it’s not a one hit wonder thing
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| Think it again. |
| You me dancing
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| Shaggy 2 Dope did it again
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| And I’ma tell these bitches how they life gonna end
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| 'Cause they steady frontin' like they just don’t know
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| That you can’t fuck with a strangler. |
| Shaggy Shaggs ain’t no ho
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| (What's good with it?)
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| There’s too many damn fish in up in this pond
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| I’ma gobble em up and drop the fuckin' bomb
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| Whoa! |
| Destroy the weak, rule over the strong
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| And keep these wheels rollin' on and on and on
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| What’s wrong with these mainstream dickheads?
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| «Down with the feds» you straight up shitheads
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| Do what you gonna do but we ain’t goin' nowhere
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| For 25 years of fear ain’t bout to disappear
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| So FUCK the FUCK off, you motherfucker, you
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| You trick the masses, I ain’t drinkin' your Kool-Aid, dude
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| Devil, bring it up a level, YAH!
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| I bring trouble like a Pop-O-Matic bubble, HOT!
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| It’s what you not. |
| Tryin to bring what I got
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| You’re bound to flop, tryin' to stand in my spot
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| You get stabbed, not shot, where my blade? |
| Found it
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| Less noise, more blood, soak up in your carpet
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| I wake, did dab, with the liquid that’s red
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| Then it’s off with your head, not sorry for your second
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| But instead, sliced your body like a loaf of bread
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| Cause you spit too damn much, and nothin' said
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| Shaggy 2 Dope did it again
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| And I’ma tell these bitches how they life gonna end
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| 'Cause they steady frontin' like they just don’t know
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| That you can’t fuck with a strangler. |
| Shaggy Shaggs ain’t no ho
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| (What's good with it?)
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| I stab you and flee, if we got beef
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| Knock out your teeth, you fuckin' dweeb
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| Bend down now, pick 'em up now
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| Kick you in the ass. |
| What’s up now?
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| I stab you and flee, if we got beef
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| Knock out your teeth, you fuckin' dweeb
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| Bend down now, pick em up now
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| Kick you in the ass. |
| What’s up now?
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| (What's good with it)
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| Shaggy 2 Dope did it again
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| And I’ma tell these bitches how they life gonna end
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| 'Cause they steady frontin' like they just don’t know
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| That you can’t fuck with a strangler. |
| Shaggy Shaggs ain’t no ho
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| (What's good with it?)
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| Shaggy 2 Dope did it again
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| And I’ma tell these bitches how they life gonna end
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| 'Cause they steady frontin' like they just don’t know
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| That you can’t fuck with a strangler. |
| Shaggy Shaggs ain’t no ho
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| (What's good with it?)
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| Hey yo, Shaggy, man, speakin' to these bitches, what the fuck you got to say
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| about all this nonsense being tossed around?
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| Come on, man, you know what I gotta say about that shit! |