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It's the return of the murderer, maniac madman |
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The fully automatic M-11 in the handbag |
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The ending of it, the beginning of the Baghdad |
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Your brains blowed out, body in a trash bag |
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Unidentified, chalk him up a John Doe |
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Got most of the pieces, but they ain't found his arms though |
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It's far from a record, I'm different than these rap dudes |
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A real nigga, won't hesitate to clap fools |
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Ski-mask you, come up to where you lay at |
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Cock back, squeeze, and put him where your face at |
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The nerve of you niggaz, believin I'ma play games |
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You know who I'm wit, so I ain't gotta say names |
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{*blam*} you pussy, {*blam*} cause you a black Jew |
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Ain't never had love for y'all, make me clap you |
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And it's a done deal, don't fuck with what the truth is |
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And hide behind that motherfuckin desk but when the truth's here |
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it's on for ya, that mean your lifeline shortens |
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Death to the niggaz who disrespected the Jordan |
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I'm not a pop nigga, fuck what radio say |
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Fuck what video do, but this is all day |
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hood nigga, I ain't gotta show you what my life like |
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Cause you don't persecute a motherfucker like Mike |
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I ain't a house nigga scum like you fools is |
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I was bred born and raised in this true shit |
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[Chorus] |
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Funny how a nigga get caught up in all the glamour |
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And then they finally come to grips that this can happen |
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to anybody, won't discriminate who catch this |
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Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish |
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A declaration of a war and it's a warning |
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Follow the leader but be aware your opponent |
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is in the window got guerillas where you rest at |
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And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that |
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[Willie D] |
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Aight, let's get serious |
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Fuck the rap game I'm the realest nigga, PERIOD |
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If you ain't feelin me you know how it goes |
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Jump bitch, I cain't wait to kill one of you hoes |
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It's on if you got beef |
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You can be a cop, a drug dealer, or a pro athlete |
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Bottom line, I don't give a fuck about'cha |
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If I pop you in the neck, I bet some blood come out'cha |
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While your label only behind you greasin his dick |
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Your stupid ass on a video, cheesin and shit |
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J ain't shorted me a dime if he owe you bucks |
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The way I see you a bitch and you deserve to be fucked |
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Willie D is the nigga that'll bloody your clothes |
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Don't think you know me cause you know the hook to "Baldhead Hoe" |
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I light you up with a sawed off; and stab yo' ass |
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in the leg, in the chest, in the back and mouth |
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[Bushwick Bill] |
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Aight nigga; stab him in the leg in the chest |
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in the back and mouth, let 'em haul him off |
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Give me a motherfuckin handy shotty |
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and a plug of PCP, I'll kill anybody |
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Bust him in the ass 'til he's still |
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I'm Chuckwick bitch, your achilles heel |
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A short nigga quick to give a tall ass-whoopin |
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Got a chip on my shoulder bout the size of Brooklyn |
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Lookin to start shit, I ain't scary like Scooby and Shaggy |
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Piss me off you better Duck like Daffy |
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Even if you in a rest home I'll pop ya |
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Even if you got a vest on I'll drop ya |
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[Chorus] |
