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(Lynch): Feel my nature rise, blood shot red eyes |
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Waitin' in your back seat, catch you by surprise |
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Situations and circumstances make you take them dangerous chances |
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Leave you in your front seat with your neck slit, then |
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I'm hittin' fences |
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Now I'ma talk about the same dirty situation |
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Shit you hatin', that's why your casket is waitin' |
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Shine your ass up like a triple gold |
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Dayton When |
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I'm in your town you better cut like |
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Walter Payton |
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Studio man keep tapin', |
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I got that bitch, she peratratin' |
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Show your whole family, leave you on your front porch hangin' |
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With a note that's saying: 'sincerely, |
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Swartzaniggaz' |
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Put your hands in your pocket, give it up |
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I demand I need my tweed, potent refer, man |
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Bandstandin' with the hand cannon |
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Split my face, mutha****a, gimme your scrill |
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And that Rolex in your hand, understand? |
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Yeah, you gots to feel my nature rise (Swartzaniggaz): |
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I can feel my nature rise |
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Starin' at the marks that |
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I despise |
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Through evil eyes, high style thoughts turn homicides |
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You gots to die, for tryna ride and get me |
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Got some off, but none of them hit me |
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Now on a payback tip, with a patched black mask |
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On the grass with a 50 caliber weapon |
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Hangin' up over the door of the |
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Chev and causin' slaughter |
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Sid's Malt |
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Liquor be that motive when |
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I be loaded off that water |
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Saw the situation heavy rollin' |
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Shotgun and a |
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Chevy that's stolen |
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Strapped up and ready in case these niggas wanna get deadly |
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We can go there, |
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I know there's a place for busta niggas like ya'll |
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But I heard it's pretty deep down so you niggas better watch your fall |
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Too late for that 911 call, this murder's already in progress |
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Home invasions like |
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Asian got me obsessed like a |
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Vietnam vet |
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As I kick through the front door, blastin' |
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And Lynch kicked down the back |
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Operation: |
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Peel-a-cap, you fools shoulda already had your gats loaded |
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Cuz it ain't no tellin' when we comin' |
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Back streets, sacs of weed get blazed as we gunnin' with the engine still runnin' |
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Cuz real killers make them real quick get aways |
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Spray the whole place and skirt |
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As quick as we can, we does our dirt |
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Whoever gets hurt, that's business |
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So please don't take this personal |
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It's just that murder's in my nature |
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So four years now, that's what |
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I've been searchin' for |
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Cuz doin' dirt grows old when it's the same old thing |
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That's why |
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I try to take my murders to the highest extreme |
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Make everybody scream, open up some spleens |
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Still hearin' the blood spillin' |
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It's just a little dream that |
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I be havin' |
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Man, I love killin' (Brotha Lynch): |
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I got a hard dick for killin' |
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Southside villain |
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Protect your wife and your children |
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Feel my nature rise (Swartzaniggaz): |
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Not quite knowin' about this nigga? |
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Check your metro sections |
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Then cross reference murders by streets and dates |
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And how many times niggas' hoes' got raped |
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Mr. No Prints, the reason one time runs out of yellow tape |
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****in' with a half deck, havin' niggas on hush |
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Smokin' a bowl that |
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I re-dust |
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Open up your chest when |
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I bust So suit up, cuz it's kill a nigga night |
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Ain't no tellin' when |
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Triple 6 gets to shootin' up |
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Movin' up your death date, with a |
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Tre-8 special |
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It's way too late to wrestle, as |
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I nestle the sword stoppers |
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Split your ass open like pinata |
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Loadin' up like a |
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Rotweiler |
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Lining up like |
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Tyson snortin' cocaine powder |
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Pure dank sniffer, some like a lot of fluid, but |
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I beg to differ |
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One wiff of that shit and |
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I'm on cloud nine |
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Nigga, don't trip if you ain't got no nuts |
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Cuz I brought mine all buffed and shined |
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Untouchable when |
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I'm ****in' full of that nitrate wine |
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That's when |
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I bust on nineteen times and up |
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Cuz I'm nuts, goin' out my mind |
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Few, there's no luck, you ****ed for life, for sho' |
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Get your ass up on the floor |
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Tryin' to catch me at that lateral, slippin' |
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By my lonesome, but |
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I'm on some, so who wants some? |
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Fresh out the gates, ain't no room to make mistakes |
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Try to make my tapes, but |
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I feel the hoe hate |
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Tuck my dick inside in the |
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O-8 Must of been the way the clip mate with the .45 |
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No body, no case |
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Taste the meat, can't wait to eat |
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Keep the street dirty, keep sturdy in your face (Swartzaniggaz): |
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Ya'll niggas don't wanna feel my nature rise |
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Cuz I get dirty, shoot up shit with my |
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Clint Eastwood |
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Leave your neighborhood lookin' like a ghost town, nigga |
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You standin' on dangerous grounds |
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When we come to |
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Sac, better have your automatics on loaded status |
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Cuz me and my niggas be on the savage, leavin' no prints |
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Not givin' ya'll niggas a inch, cuz |
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I'ma lynch you |
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Fry your guts like |
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Sizziline |
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Have your homie reminiscing' about your gangsta lean |
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Nigga, it ain't no ****in' with my clique |
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You can dial 911, but it ain't no rescue |
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Man, I hope the dear |
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Lord bless you |
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Next to this nigga, ain't no one's nuts bigger |
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Clutch your guts nigga, ****in' with this |
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Swartzanigga |
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Cuz I done lost it, taggin' niggas like a pit bull with rabies |
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Gone off 40 ounces of |
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O.E. Creepin' up on you, like doin' my |
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Magnum P.I. |
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Lazy Eye with |
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Lil' Blacc |
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Mile Smokin' a hard dick for killin' |
