| Whooo
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| Can’t forget Marcus, Interscope
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| Come on
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| Welcome To The Hood Volume One
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| Young Buck
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| Comin' Straight Outta Ca$hville
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| July
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| Come on
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| When black talons come you’ll be duckin' and runnin'
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| You see me pissin' in public
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| Pourin' liquor for niggas
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| I’m a thug and I know what I ain’t plannin' on living
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| May the lord be my witness cause I done did it before
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| The rap game like the dope game you get it and go
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| Even the elderly folks pack steel
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| They old and can barely walk but still ready to kill
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| Nobody talk cause loose lips
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| Ain’t shit
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| Ain’t no age limit if you slip
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| You clip
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| Go straight for the brain with it
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| My father’ll be a murder case and ask if son did it
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| Catch me if you can these are the days of our lives
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| Sleep with a AK ride with a 45
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| Real killers celebrate
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| When they see the yellow tape
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| Empty the clip in the sky happy about a murder case
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| Feds comin' questioning niggas for ours
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| Talkin' bout they got dogs and bust the house around them
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| Not to mention I’m ridin' around in a white O.J. |
| Simpson mini van
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| My cousins act like I ain’t give a damn
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| I got a good mind just to give a nigga pain
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| Puttin' one in mine put one in your brain
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| Either way it goes somebody gonna die tonight
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| Like them snipers in Virginia hit you niggas out of sight |