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(scarface) |
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Let me get when i rock the...the..the... |
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This shit ain't got no fuckin drums in it man |
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Daym, wht don't you put some fuckin drums in the music |
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So i can |
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Get down to businees |
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I think it's time i paid a little visit |
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To my run down neighbourhood cemetry |
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To tally up the people i buried |
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57, 58, 59, all layin' down in the same line |
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You sorry motherfuckers couldn't handle me |
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I done fucked up 17 families |
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So bring it on if you wanna play |
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Huh, make my motherfuckin' day |
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Cause you'll be one dead motherfucker black |
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I'ma put you ass on you back |
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I won't play no games wit cha boy |
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You'll just be one more nigger in the morgue |
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Yeah i like that man |
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That shit sounds kinda funky don't it |
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Hahahaha, yo let me finish this freestyle tho man |
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Hold 'em down, hold 'em up, yo |
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It's gonna be a killin' after midnight |
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Niggas gettin' reday for a big fight |
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You could say this one's a murder by a lunatic |
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Hear me livin' on your ass bitch |
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Loadin' up my weapons gettin' ready for |
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Another street sweepin' neighbourhood drug war |
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Police come around in a meat wagon |
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Knowin' that tonight they'll be draggin' |
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Off motherfuckers to a six fot ditch |
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I hope ya insruance paid up bitch |
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Cause tonight is the night motherfucker |
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Be a good killer or a damn good ducker |
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Cause if you ain't, your ass is fallin' to the paint |
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Bloodshed seems to make a nigga faint |
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Not me with a .9 in my hand |
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I couls fall asleep lyin' next to a dead amn |
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Ya gotta understand me |
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It's been a vet sorry motherfucka layin' out dead see |
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So if you wanna come, come hard |
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Or you'll just be another nigga in the morgue |
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Yeah, you motherfuckas |
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Motherfuckas goin' for bad and shit |
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You know what i'm sayin' |
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But you'll be another niger in the morgue motherfucker |
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Oh yo, check this out |
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But gettin' back to the bloodbath |
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You motherfuckas out there go for bad |
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That shit played out my brother |
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I ride by and gun done motherfuckers |
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Whether friend or foe bro |
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Steppin' on my toes, your ass has gotta go |
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Now heres how the shit took place [how'd it go?] |
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A nigga waved a tre eight in my face [damn] |
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Screamin' that shit about the squab mob |
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Talkin' big shit about the south park |
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Said he's gonna stop me |
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Pissed off cause i'm down with the 5th ward posse [um-hmm] |
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Shit didn't make me numb |
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I ain't scared of no goddman gun [my nigga] |
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Once i sw 'em break i stuck 'em [what about his 3 guards?] |
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Fuck 'em! |
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I'll put him on his ass cause he's bigger |
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Then worry about the other 3 niggas |
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All of them ran to get backup |
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That's 12 more bodies i'ma stack up |
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Open up the trunk in a rage |
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And loaded up my goddamn 12 gauge |
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If the punk don't keep ya |
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I'll be forced to hit ya wit the street sweeper |
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Ya ass shouldn't a started no static g |
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12 gun shots automatically |
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I ain't goin' out like no sucka |
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I'm goin' out like a crazy motherfucka |
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Everybody knows that i ain't got it all |
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And i don't give a fuck about none a y'all |
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Hit 3 or 4 in the head |
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That's 3 or 4 niggers left for dead |
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It doesn't pay to check cards |
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Cuase i'm sendin' motherfuckas to the morgue... |
