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Intro: |
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SP Killer |
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Yeah yeah yeah, L-O-X, L-O-X motherfucker |
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Niggas don't know how we bout to come this time |
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No more shiny suits |
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None of that shit |
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Chorus: x2 |
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(Sheek Luchion) |
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We gonna R.U double F.R.Y.D.E |
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(Jadakiss) |
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Revolver, semi-automatic and a P.G. |
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Hooptie getaway driver Breathe Easy |
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(Sheek Luchion) |
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Explain thing further |
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Murder or get murdered |
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Verse 1: |
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(Styles Paniro) |
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Half of the hustle, half of them killers |
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All of them Niggas wanna kill Paniro |
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Better send the guerrilla's |
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Cause beef is like a brand new car |
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You better ride |
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Everytime I sleep I die |
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Wish I was gone (ya know) |
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Felt dumb when I was young |
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I used to wish I was on |
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I'ma stay blunted and red with one in the head |
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Niggas thinkin' they the don |
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Till their shit get bombed |
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I put 4 in your shootin' arm |
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2 in your legs |
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Like 10 in your chest |
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The last one in your head |
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I give you the whole clip, |
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like you cheated and stole shit |
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Knocked off the pack, flossed and no chips |
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You know the business |
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Empty rap kill your co-defendant |
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Keep it male and catch a body in trial |
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If you want a Nigga dead than do it Holiday Styles |
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Come with 2 guns up and empty both off the clips |
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Kill you whole fuckin' crew and go 'n smoke on the fifth |
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Chorus: x2 |
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Verse 2: |
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(Sheek Luchion) |
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Yo, yo, yo |
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I come to your town on a Peter Pan, no Jack |
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One pair of clothes, 2 hoes and buggy with that |
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Wanna beef me?, y'all Niggas is borrowin' heat |
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Callin' all across town to borrow a full pound |
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Meanwhile this Nigga got his guns to your noggin |
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While your man with the heat is with some bitch up in the project |
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He clappin' at you, you duckin', makin' you dance |
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You should have spent it on some guns |
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Instead of Iceberg pants |
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What, L.O.X. off top, pullin' our triggers |
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With our guns on our lap, we ride around like Cali Niggers(WESTSIIIDE) |
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Target motherfuckers, cold hearted motherfuckers |
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Stead of young dumb your moms, and whoever she got with her |
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There's a new-born in the house, |
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then I'm killin' the babysitter |
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Y'all Niggas all clowns in Sheek eyes |
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Your moms would wear glasses, |
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with the nose disguise around me |
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Talkin greasy |
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Y'all like watermelons |
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Big but crack easy |
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Chorus: x2 |
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Verse 3: |
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(Jadakiss) |
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Now if you know Jay, |
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I never been a brother to front |
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I be in L.A. wearin' any colors I want |
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Rock guns like shirts, block under the punk |
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And I put somethin' hot, anyone of you chumps |
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And I know a few of you wanna get my watch |
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But it a be funeral if you get my watch |
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It ain't nothing y'all can do to stop the Lox' wealth |
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Run up in a gunstore, cop the top shelf |
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The Crack-game is dead, all they want is weed now |
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Chicks that I went to school with, a seed now |
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You know Kiss, stocky bald head, light brown |
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Ice down, in my roll look like nighttown |
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To all y'all lil' Jada's for the 1000th time |
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I recall hittin' your moms or writin' your rhymes |
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And just because you might have seen me, |
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in and out of your house |
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Is no way that she gon have a baby out of her mouth |
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Chorus: till end |
