| You don’t wanna see these murder guys
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| Princess cuts hurt ya eyes
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| Got the chicks that work them thighs
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| Pull the top back on the prowler
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| Like the car ain’t circumcised
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| Burglarize hoes
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| Leave ya eyes closed
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| Bricks in my truck while I ride slow
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| Smoke yo fire dro
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| No repercussions
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| He was disgusting
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| Turn my volume under ten
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| To keep my speakers from busting
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| If them people come rushin
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| Can’t say I froze
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| Won’t open the doors
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| Bout time they caught up I done exposed of my outer clothes
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| Car in the garage
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| I say good God
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| My day was hard
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| Call two freaks up for the mnage trois
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| Parlaying hard
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| Sade was suave
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| When we was screwing
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| Sheets was ruin
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| If beef is brewing
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| I’mma put slugs deep into
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| Money they be pursuing
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| The nerve of these jealous bastards fo hatin
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| Master my patience
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| Them custom wood grain caskets is waitin
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| Passion for satin
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| They must have
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| Gave them a blood bath
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| Had to show them who really holdin shit down wit they tuff ass
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| We alias
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| They wishin they be us Cant three eighty us Cause we’ll wreck everything within a ten-block radius
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| When ya see me betta speak with love
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| Or leak some blood
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| I got connections with all type of BM, Chiefs, and GOVS
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| Deeply plugged who gotta retire from crime
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| Bout to hit that big lick
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| So we gonna pull it One last time
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| I got some good news man
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| Some good news
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| We gone come up if we just make this quick move
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| Lay it all on the line
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| Hit’em in the body and da dome
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| Left the after party wit the chrome
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| Come up wit a milly
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| Soon as everybody know that I’m gone
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| Cause I made it mama your son he’s a success
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| Now you ain’t got no reason to stress
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| Gotta keep it Gangsta
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| Cause I’ma Hustla
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| Do it like a balla
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| Cause I’ma a mobsta
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| Cause it only takes a second to pop me a snitch
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| Call up my connection and cop me a brick
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| And he sent a chezovoceian chick
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| She was actin cocky and shit
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| She like watchin blow at the hotel
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| Wit big dreams to never stop being rich
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| And she wasn’t too sloppy wit dick
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| Said when she get on she was gonna cop me a six
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| Platinum blue spreewell shoes
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| Detail smooth
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| On some Mickey and malery me and my female crews
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| Type of demo what’s the beno
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| I gave her two six plus ten four
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| That’s twelve five for the brick
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| And five hundred for the plane and limo
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| Plain and simple called my guy and told’em thanks and send more
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| Meditating plot on my lick when I smell them frankensen blow
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| Do my thugdizle I ain’t scared of this
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| Fly ya head like peagus
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| Bloody up that necklace
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| Hoe I’ma Aries
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| Them terrorist fucked up the lick when sendin chicks on the plane
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| Put a major glitch in the game
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| But I’m get me them thangs
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| As I come wit new ways to travel watch my shorties get on em Comin back wit pound and packages wit the scorpions on them
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| Of course we been on them
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| Niggaz know they two for forty and want’em
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| I done seen truck load wit more keys than accordion
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| And you think I’m past up that quick fast dust
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| let me mask up That ain’t a fast truck
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| Get yo ass stuffed
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| I spit words that be gangsta shit
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| Make hustla tip and ballers rich
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| Hatters sick mobsta hitz
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| I’m the shit
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| You can’t see me visit the optometrist
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| Cars I flip unorthodox like Dr. Bonovich
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| Prada lic but nigga got whooped
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| Should of seen shit was funny
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| My old connection he got reason to gun me I know he took the money
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| Even if I probably wrong
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| Turn down the volume
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| Shoot him on plastic to lay his body on Fuckin marcon
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| Two to the caveza
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| Pincha puto
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| That ring on your pinky was too cold
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| Got pinch for two O’s
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| And a half brick my staff is sick
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| Had him confess like a catholic
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| Always thought things was funny now you don’t laugh at shit
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| Stupid bastard bitch
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| Never fuck wit Twista, Turtle Banxxs, and Stokes
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| Coming up dro flowin slangin dope
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| I tried to chill
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| but when I see a lic to make the world mine
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| On the love
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| I think I got to pull it |