| Murder murder, murder murder
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| Mo' murder murder
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| Murder murder, murder murder
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| Mo' murder murder
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| I’ma pop him, I’ma pop him uh-huh
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| I’ma pop him, I’ma pop him
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| You heard that… uh yeah
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| Fuck I look like wearing a toe tag, up in a body bag
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| My gun my bullets, my thirty round clip
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| I’m never leaving home without it, I don’t slip
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| Ok I’m some’ing serious, I’m so serious from you not knowing
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| I’ll cut your throat till the meat showing, motherfuck a rap
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| I hustle rap, like four or five birds of smack
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| Bag up in ounces half ounces, quarters and shit like that
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| You get the drift, I’m grown up you can take a sniff
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| Don’t get in your whip, I’ll make you hurl up in your shit
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| I was that flooded bag, that that lil' boy had
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| Went out like a soldier, O.D.'d with his soldier rag
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| You better believe, uptown niggas sold him that
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| I’m some’ing serious I told him that, when I first started
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| Now you dearly departed, still I remain raw
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| In reality, I chop bags up with my chainsaw
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| I’m rapping for a reason, God gave me this gift
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| And made to where a nigga can’t fuck with me, running real shit
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| One shot for fifty cents, she brought it back to the street
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| Now it’s all on me, to get me right now in this industry
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| I ain’t no friend of P, don’t ask me bout that boy
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| He ain’t no man, you think I’m lying then ask Pastor Troy
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| I pass the toy, and let my lil' dogs get the murder charge
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| They feel like he played me, so they gon' bring the fucking noise
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| I rap bout fifty bars, motherfuck a chorus
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| I can do this, I’m one of the world official flowists
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| Magnolia Projects, is the spot where I was praised at
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| Got love for Mac-90's, 223's and K’s and
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| Automatic handguns, reveolvers I had some
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| Booted my last one, I bagged em and toe tagged em
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| It’s a reunion, all my real niggas home from the penn
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| If I start naming these killers, they’ll get up under your skin
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| Give em the game, tell em it ain’t like back in the days
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| If you ain’t pushing Escalades, out chea' trying to get paid
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| We’ll be ya beat, I remember when we was on that skeet
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| Now it’s years later like a mo’fucker, 2003
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| (*talking*)
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| Yeah, KLC I been fucking with ya for a long time nigga
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| Ya understand I’m saying, a long time partna
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| I came in the game fucking with ya, ya dig (fa sho nigga)
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| But I wanna know what the fuck you using for the high heads (this 22 gun shots)
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| What you using for the snout, (nine milli buck shots)
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| Well what’s with the kick, (twelve gauge)
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| What that is for the open high heads, (45 cocked)
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| And the bass, (twelve gauge one) yeah |