| We heard the word now, we know just what you’re thinkin'
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| You want us dead now, you want to see us sinking
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| We have no choice now, this is the game you’ve chosen
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| My clique is killa, just like the dank I’m smoking
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| It’s time for action, time for retaliation
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| You ain’t a real G, been watching too much Jason
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| Ball my fists around clips
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| May you sleep in peace with the fish, you’s a hoe
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| And in the pen. |
| you be a bitch
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| Using red M&M's for lipstick
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| = HOOK x2 =
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| They want to go, to bloody war
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| Are you sure you want to, take me to war
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| I got my G’s, I got my team
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| Put me down for murda in first degree
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| My clip is full, but that’ll change
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| Heard you got your vest on, but I want brains
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| It’s lonely days, and lonely nights
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| Cause I need my revenge, right by my side
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| My gun is hot, my heart is cold
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| Everyone around me has killed before
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| = HOOK x2 =
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| I snatch your bitch, then snatch your life
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| And keep your fingers, for braggin’rights
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| Next week you’ll be watchin my trota
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| Cause your ass aint shit but a panocha
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| You have a choice, die or be miserable
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| Dopehouse, home of the invisible
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| I warned y’all to stay of my genitals
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| Now I gotta turn you fruits into vegetables
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| Having nightmares, homie you aint dead yet
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| Waking up with your motherfucking bed wet
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| I have fun with fucking punks like you
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| Tell his momma not to worry he’ll be dead by Two
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| His head, impounded, they never found it He in the dirt, you can say he got grounded
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| I’m a shouter, livin’how I tell it And if you see him, tell him I said…
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| = HOOK x2 = |