| Just 'cause a nigga come in he got style
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| Don’t think I won’t flip it Don’t pull your file
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| But I got enough bullshit to deal with
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| I’m rollin’with the thugs so You must be on drugs to the head
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| Get your ass break down
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| Broken half baby
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| I’m a feelin’like a motherfuckin psychopathic
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| And if you got beef best leave it in the freezer
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| I’m no joke
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| Mopreme straight lo And you could get smoked
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| You hook the shit you get stroked
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| And all of that
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| And later be back for your motherfuckin dope sack
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| Kid it ain’t the type of day to play doughnut
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| Don’t get your ass sewn up Why you leakin on my blown out
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| Hey, you’re mixed up like a bowl of nuts
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| You fuck around and got it twisted up Boy, don’t get it twisted
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| Don’t get it twisted…
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| (Macadoshis)
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| It’s the Macadoshis coming from the dark side
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| The park side where the O.G.s do ride
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| Ain’t nothing but killers in the park
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| As many niggas lost they’s heart
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| When my gat sparks
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| I’ll bust a cap in that ass
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| Don’t get it twisted
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| When I’m on a mission, niggas come with Mishy
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| You busters gettin disciplined
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| And you’re comin’up short on your life
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| When i smoke you with this mac-10
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| When it’s on it’s on Fuck it
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| I’m makin niggas kick the bucket when I check em’by inducis
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| Ain’t no think to let my shit spin
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| You on my shit list hope you got a death wish
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| I tried to warn you but you missed me You should have listened motherfucker when i said:
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| Don’t get it twisted!
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| (Rated R)
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| Niggas got problems about gettin shit twisted
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| They need to stay the fuck out of grown folks business
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| Kids get a kick out of bumpin their big clips
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| But don’t front no shit that brought no shit that peace started
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| Cause I’m a cold hearted rider straight dunkin'
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| never through with my streets
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| Never hurt nobody but my heat
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| East side brothers don’t hear me though
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| They’d rather get shit twisted and gather like hoes
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| Bitch make ass niggas when I caught 'em
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| Couldn’t bust a drape if they wanted
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| They’re soft like Charmin
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| But I don’t sweat varmits
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| I suffer with my black group
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| Just a one-day murderer
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| On the motherfuckin Rudy Poop
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| I snapped his soul, son
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| Ain’t no damn thing funny when I spray your ass with my tongue
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| And your mommy can’t save you now
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| Cause you got the job twisted up For fuckin’with a killer
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| (fade out) |