| I’m bringing pain like two bad nurses
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| In the pain from these here motherfuckin' verses
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| Ridiculous thirstses involving hearses
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| To the dirt shit first picks and usin' autos to work with
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| Slugs to the shirt shit (just to squirt shit)
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| I’m hitting it with an expert kick
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| And burst 'til the earth split leave you hurt bitch
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| Show you how worser than worst get in the zone
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| See the vein when the pain repel
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| And then they closin' the curtains bitch
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| (When adrenaline’s pumpin')
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| I don’t understand discussion, only hear certain shit
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| I’m a misunderstood nigga, and I’m off my square
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| High got me reversin' clips and dispersin' shit
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| What can I say to make you see how the fuck I feel
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| To make me wanna jump off of the edge?
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| I’m charged up like Scarface gettin' shot up on the ledge
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| No pain, instead of 'caine I took a blunt off to the head
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| (So tell me what it said)
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| Retaliate with lethal repercussion
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| I feel the reefer rushin'
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| To go into thangs like it’s a wicked stick
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| Took the Benadryl, hot like I’m finna steal
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| To get the kickin' shit
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| For niggas and bitches that I kick it with
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| I was born to get you pumped up
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| It’s like some lead bust
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| 'Cause I give motherfuckers a head rush
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| Then yo' heads bust when you jumped up
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| 'Cause what I said must’ve got you geeked
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| My eyes red, puffed
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| From smokin' shit that niggas hit on to die
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| Make me wanna slip the clip on the side
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| And if you act a bitch on the side
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| If we have to then the whole Westside’ll let the shit go on
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| And ride when the trigga bust
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| Let your adrenaline rush
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| Like when a motherfucker have to go pick up the pump
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| To make his opposition chest kick up and jump
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| When you lit up the gun to make your body get up and uhh
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| Let your adrenaline rush
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| Like when a motherfucker have to go pick up the pump
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| To make a trigger pick up and dump
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| So turn the bass, kick up and bump
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| And let the rhythm hit off the trunk
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| Let your adrenaline rush
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| Like when a motherfucker have to go pick up the pump
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| To make his opposition chest kick up and jump
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| When you lit up the gun to make your body get up and uhh
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| Let your adrenaline rush
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| Like when a motherfucker have to go pick up the pump
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| To make a trigger pick up and dump
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| So turn the bass, kick up and bump
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| And let the rhythm hit off the trunk
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| Pullin' up and bailin' out like we’re carsick
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| I’m ready to start shit
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| Started buryin' some heads like an ostrich
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| Unload the whole cartridge
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| And throw the shells in the garbage
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| The hardest of motherfuckers could never achieve
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| What I’ve accomplished
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| Yung Buk’s my accomplice
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| Located his existence with my sixth sense like a compass
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| And started on a journey to establish to stop this
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| Worshipped in the hearts of all the niggas to get 'em charged
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| What’s the real reason?
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| All you haters tried to murder me, so now it’s kill season
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| And even though I’m still bleedin'
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| I’ma keep comin' because I’m still breathin'
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| And y’all can’t trace me
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| I’m burying my victims in the wall like Gacy, too lyrical
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| And since the snip of my umbilical, these flows been critical
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| My music is miracle, it’s like I’m biblical
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| Kill like I’m nuttier than Buddy Love
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| And still wouldn’t leave a bloody glove
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| And start the truck up
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| And speed the fuck up
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| Getaway, smokin' the blunt up
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| Adrenaline pumpin' veins, erupt, I’m pumped up
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| And I’m calibrated at 360 degrees
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| See that’s 300 niggas that’s gon' die
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| 'Bout 60 slugs to do this deed
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| (Psycho Drama)
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| We too much for the industrialist to fuck with this
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| On the brink of fuckin' up some shit
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| Dismantle, deduct some shit
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| It’s hard to imagine what niggas got nerves to do
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| (What niggas got nerves to do)
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| So I guess I’ll just take that fuckin' nerve from you
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| Then think what I’m on the verge to do
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| And I got the urge to ooh, let semi close yo' curtains fool
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| From killin' the verses fool
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| I be one of the worstest, dude
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| (You the who?)
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| I’m the worstest
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| Look about 9 millimeters above your surface
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| Unleash these thangs then I defeat yo' purpose
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| Bitch you hurtin'
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| Let your adrenaline rush
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| Like when a motherfucker have to go pick up the pump
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| To make his opposition chest kick up and jump
|
| When you lit up the gun to make your body get up and uhh
|
| Let your adrenaline rush
|
| Like when a motherfucker have to go pick up the pump
|
| To make a trigger pick up and dump
|
| So turn the bass, kick up and bump
|
| And let the rhythm hit off the trunk
|
| Let your adrenaline rush
|
| Like when a motherfucker have to go pick up the pump
|
| To make his opposition chest kick up and jump
|
| When you lit up the gun to make your body get up and uhh
|
| Let your adrenaline rush
|
| Like when a motherfucker have to go pick up the pump
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| To make a trigger pick up and dump
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| So turn the bass, kick up and bump
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| And let the rhythm hit off the trunk
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| Let your adrenaline rush |