| I’m so sick of these little
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| Trick ass cats
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| And their bitch ass raps
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| Acting like they factors
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| They ain’t nothing but rappers
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| They need to miss us with that shit, that they try to make us believe
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| You ain’t no killas dog, just like you rap and blow weed
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| I hang with, cake movers
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| 3-time losers
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| Big body pushaz, and marijuana abusers
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| Chickens never refuse us
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| They always go with us
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| Even your baby daddy wanna roll wit us
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| Y’all some wack niggas
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| I’ma nigga that rap
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| Without this rap shit you cats would be some square ass macks
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| Its bola and X-raided
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| Them niggas they love hating
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| Middle finger salute for all of the thug nation
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| This is for my true trippaz
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| Door hing kickaz
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| Forty cal packaz, and all of my thug niggas
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| So I’m just rapping just what you see trick
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| I take it to the streets quick
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| I let it be known
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| What you gone see is what you get BITCH!!!
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| Let it be known nigga
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| Call your bluff like a phone nigga
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| Chrome trigga make your bone splinter
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| Its on nigga
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| Connecting puzzle pieces, put together the trigga releases |
| He projected cause we down for whatever
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| Fuck around and get kidnapped by a masked man
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| Tossed in a black van
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| Either give us the cash, or they find your ass in a trash can
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| I’ma mad man
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| Figurative, and literally speaking
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| Life is a game and I’m trying to win and nigga I ain’t above cheating
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| Deleting enemies like a mistake on a computer screen
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| Its a horror flick and I’m the director
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| We gonna shoot a scene
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| Shotting me a forty-four caliba gat
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| And I blowing your brain right out the back
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| Of your cerabellum like J F K
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| And watch 'em get the fuck out of the way
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| Coming to spray parabellum
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| Got tired of trying to tell them
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| Im ready to buck
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| Leaving you stuff, bout to erupt
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| Like mount st. |
| Helens
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| Da felonies crimes commited
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| Cause I’m commited to living this gangsterism
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| Killa cos me and my nigga
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| Ain’t down for riding for mistaking our senses
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| We making decisions
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| Is it life or death
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| I suggest you pick a later date to be painless
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| Splatter your brain with the smith and wesson stainless
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| Is a lesson to be learned |
| You better pay attention
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| Y’all nigga is bitches, I blew up your stomach like water retention
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| Im water resistant
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| Ain’t no wetting nefarious
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| Niggas wanna bury us
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| Cause they hoes wanna marry us
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| Niggas is scary as a calvary line
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| Ain’t got no courage
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| Il serve fitin to that shit that you heard
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| Every word bitch let it be known nigga!
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| My nigga I never hesitate, to extend an extra clip
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| When them niggas be running off they mouth with all that excess lip
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| Let his blood drip
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| Let the nine kick
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| At anytime, take frame of mind
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| To immobolize your whole clique
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| Punk bitch
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| Get addicted clpis to your clips
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| And if you playing the captain
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| Then you falling with ship
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| Let it be known
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| I send a squad of killaz up inside your home
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| Strapped with fully’s and chromes
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| Leaving your body exsposed to bones
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| While I’m posted at the tele
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| Hit me on my celly phone
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| No love your orders is carried out
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| That problem you had is gone
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| So bitch niggas break bread
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| And cough up my dividens
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| Before they stay to view the body
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| While I’m contacting your next of kin |
| We packing straps for caps
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| Pulling jacks for scratch
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| Infest your hood with bombs
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| Like we did them japs
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| Making you fumble up your bundle
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| When I hit your ass with one of them slugs
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| Based up on the fact that there ain’t no motherfucking love nigga |