| Who the hell, how the hell, why the hell, what the hell?
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| Yeah
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| You see, my story got a strange plot
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| Eight shots, now behind the camera, ah
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| I meant behind the hammer
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| Leavin' peace like a dyin' grandma, dyin' my hair blonde
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| The double shotty like a bears arm
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| Mention money and my eyebrows lift up
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| The five pound fist leave you cut up, quicker than butter
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| I view the mountains once the suns up
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| Do anything to get the funds up
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| Motherfuckers is on the run son, ah
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| Weed blazer, I’m a master
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| Ginkgo biloba help me think faster
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| Throw some acid on your cheek now you’re art
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| Scars over my heart, the part in the sharp, European shark
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| Big engine like a dozen bagels
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| With a stunning stable, makin' my rounds at all the number tables
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| Health is wealth, but wealth buy the fancy belts
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| Good, it’s even easier to hang yourself
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| You ain’t shit motherfucker, need to hang yourself
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| You ain’t shit man, you ain’t shit
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| You ain’t shit motherfucker, need to hang yourself, uh
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| You ain’t shit, uh, you ain’t shit
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| The whip sit India style like kindergarten student
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| I’m only part human, tryna get paid but like Mark Cuban
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| Spark the Cuban, double park the Buick
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| What’d you do to beef? |
| Stew it, half Jewish, uh
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| I’m a star like good homework
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| Skull and crossbone on a low shirt, chrome hearse
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| The skull burst 'cause the work was a ten
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| The limo driver named Sven, peace to Killa Ben
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| Shit’s strange, I could feel the wind
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| All this pain I could feel within
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| Goes away when I’m in a Benz
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| But comes back when I’m starin' in the rims
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| Take ten, uh
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| Stand on the wall at the pool hall
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| Dominican ho with a culo
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| Me pregunto de quien son
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| Ella me dise, «Tuyo»
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| And I’m known to be hoppin' up out the two door
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| When your man get called, you better be ready for sure
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| 'Cause these motherfuckers ain’t playin'
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| These motherfuckers be sprayin'
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| Now you sleepin' with the Earth
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| Light the Earth up, hop up in the red Caddy, Big Bertha
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| Wig Turner, money washin' detergent
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| Round glass, quarter cup of the bourbon swervin'
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| From first look you’ll think I’m German, it’s me
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| Yeah
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| Bam Bam |