| Can you turn it up?
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| Let me get my headphones
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| Here we go, uh, uh
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| When it’s all gone (Goes like this)
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| And when it’s all gone (Goes like that, uh)
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| And it goes like this
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| Check it out (What you believe in?)
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| So check it out (What you believe in?)
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| That’s some real shit (Yo)
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| So check it out
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| So check it out, I’m finna tell you what I’m all about
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| Your time’s runnin' out, so don’t make me spell it out
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| You fuck with Reid and that’s a doubt
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| I’ll pull up in your town and blast your teeth straight up out your mouth
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| With the magnum, my style stay platinum
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| Skins, you lack 'em, hoes know, go ask one
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| Colder than a sickle, got ladies rubbin' they nipples
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| Pretty simple, fuck around and get crippled
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| 'Cause first thing’s first, bitch, I’m the boss, chew you like floss
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| Leave your face without a bottom jaw
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| Let the game die, bitch, I’ll kill it if I have to
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| And if they ask who they better not ask you
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| 'Cause you don’t wanna fuck with a pimp
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| Got a dick like a blimp so I walk with a limp
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| I’m here to show you folks that I’m the realest it can get
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| I made myself so smooth, I make your mama coochie wet
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| And when it’s all gone (What you believe in?)
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| Sick of always hearin' it (What you believe in?)
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| Motherfuckers think I’m losin' it (What you believe in?)
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| But I don’t give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like
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| When it’s, when it’s all gone (What you believe in?)
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| Sick of always hearin' it (What you believe in?)
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| I’m hung up and I’m stuck (What you believe in?)
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| But I don’t give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like
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| One, two, three, four to the five
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| Suicide ain’t work, I’m still alive
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| Six, seven, eight, and the nine-millimeter
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| Ten shots make you hot like a heater
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| Don’t trust much, but I dust fools with a slim uppercut
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| Takin' off the mask, movin' up
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| My shit suck less than a ho with a fat chest
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| Bitch looked sick, so I took her to the vet, bet
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| My rhymes just be wicked like that
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| Throwin' up the set with the fully automatic
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| I got the rhythm with the four C’s, ho, please
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| And now they kneeling down on both knees
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| Break your bitch like bread, coast to coast
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| Bodies be dead when I boast, my shit gross
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| The host with the most, burn ya like queso
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| You got a problem? |
| Just say so
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| And when it’s all gone (What you believe in?)
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| Sick of always hearin' it (What you believe in?)
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| Motherfuckers think I’m losin' it (What you believe in?)
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| But I don’t give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like
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| When it’s, when it’s all gone (What you believe in?)
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| Sick of always hearin' it (What you believe in?)
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| I’m hung up and I’m stuck (What you believe in?)
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| But I don’t give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like
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| Knuckle up
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| It’s Reid |