| When they gut it
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| Went down, cut up the body and then they took part of the body and they put it
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| in a ravine area underneath some branches
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| They took the head and the arms in a trash bag, threw it in the trunk of their
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| car, stopped at the McDonald’s drive thru because. |
| of course.they were very
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| hungry after all of this. |
| and then went to Black Hawk State Park and dumped it
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| in the man hole
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| After they did all of this. |
| right? |
| After they killed this girl, after they
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| tried to burn her body, after they cut her up, dismembered her, they smoked
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| some weed then they went to went right to McDonald’s and they ate
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| Swervin' and parkin'
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| We all on the street
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| Twisted Insane in the passenger seat
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| He told me I’m good when I come, that’s deep
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| I show him the same, if he come that’s b
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| Niggas got beef so we packin' some heat
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| Niggas is deep so we packin' the jeep
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| Who actually G
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| 'Cause we bout to see
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| Who really get active who down to go creep
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| Fucking with me and you’ll probably lose sleep
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| Having nightmares about me like Freddy and weep
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| Niggas got money but talkin' is cheap
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| You pay for protection, like bitches you weak
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| I go to a block and get love 'cause I’m me
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| You kissin' they ass 'cause you scared to get beat
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| I’m solo, I’m dolo 'n' hella discreet
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| Cross me like Jesus, get wrapped in the sheet
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| Pull up to functions, don’t show my ID
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| Just walk up like fuck it, they let me in free
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| Bitches be on us, they buyin' us drinks
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| They fuck with this G shit, they love how we speak
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| We take 'em on missions, you take 'em to eat
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| She holdin' my knife in her purse with the weed
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| We argue a lot but shit, that’s what I need
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| Fuckin we fuck 'til she weak at the knees
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| Bitch I don’t party, I’m posted with G’s
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| Smokin' on trees, drinkin' on E’s
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| R.I.P Caddy, my nigga OD 'cause he was that dope and was servin' emcees
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| Wanted for weed, b we family indeed
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| Call that the heart-shed and black when I bleed
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| Eyes bloodshot like I’m free-basin' speed
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| The devil be callin', I pick up and leave
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| These niggas be trippin', they comin' to get it
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| We bout to get active
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| It really can happen, It can get crackin'
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| Pull up and hop out with action
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| It can get tragic, wrapped up in plastic
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| Ashes to ashes
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| Put that bitch in the casket
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| This is my passion
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| I’m workin' this magic
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| These niggas be trippin', they comin' to get it
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| We bout to get active
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| It really can happen, It can get crackin'
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| Pull up and hop out with action
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| It can get tragic, wrapped up in plastic
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| Ashes to ashes
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| Put that bitch in the casket
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| This is my passion
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| I’m workin' this magic
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| Night time
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| Finna write rhymes full of endo
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| I be in the buggy, drinking, fucking where you motherfuckers pray to jesus
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| Oh, you niggas wanna get up on the Instagram and turn up into gangsters
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| That’s what make a demon come up and have to eat a nigga like he Reece’s Pieces
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| So they better get a hushing 'fore I get to busting pull up in the buck and
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| fucking use a BMX like DMX
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| I’mma real one
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| Homie do you want the one or when you pull a gun a nigga turn around and when
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| you get the funds taken
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| I’m looking for you with the homie and I’m on a ill one
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| Swerving
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| Living like a bunch of dots with two blocks and a couple thots trynna make a
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| movie
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| Smoking all your doobies, nigga that’s what I do
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| Telling everybody try you
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| You better think about it 'fore you get it any minute anyone could run up
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| Get up on you niggas like Ryu
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| I’m from the West Cost, out the California where the gangbangers like to hang
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| out
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| I don’t wanna hear a nigga wolfing, we’re gonna know who the fuck down
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| I’mma draw fool
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| Who gon be the one to roll the window down and blow his whole brains out?
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| All the bitch niggas get quiet when the real Gs come around
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| And that’s real shit
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| I’m a type of nigga that you wouldn’t even wanna deal with
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| Blood I’ll meet about a motherfucker talking, walk up in the house like, bruh
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| Goose
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| Ever since I was a kid, never be a nuisance
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| Gon do something
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| Have your momma identify the body like ugh
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| Your bitch is always actin wild and she always feeling like a blackened male
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| Walking barefoot under these palm trees |
| Mhm
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| Bitch living with the fiends
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| I’m like get the fuck away from me 'fore I lay you in concrete
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| Shit
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| Cali Godzilla
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| Never run up outta gas
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| Even my trash I just filla
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| They will run a nigga wrong and just give up
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| I’d be like fuck that nigga stay lit up
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| Racks, I’mma pass the life for these trees
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| Ignite then take flight, nigga that’s right I get key
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| Eyes bloodshot like a free-racing speed
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| They devil keep calling, I pick up and leave
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| Nigga
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| These niggas be trippin', they comin' to get it
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| We bout to get active
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| It really can happen, It can get crackin'
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| Pull up and hop out with action
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| It can get tragic, wrapped up in plastic
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| Ashes to ashes
|
| Put that bitch in the casket
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| This is my passion
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| I’m workin' this magic
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| These niggas be trippin', they comin' to get it
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| We bout to get active
|
| It really can happen, It can get crackin'
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| Pull up and hop out with action
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| It can get tragic, wrapped up in plastic
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| Ashes to ashes
|
| Put that bitch in the casket
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| This is my passion
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| I’m workin' this magic
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| Ohh
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| Aye
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| Aye Twisted h-how you say that shit nigga h-how you do it
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| Brain
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| Ohh
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| Nigga
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| Break bread nigga |