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Yo Lord, did you peep that? |
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That nigga pussy, that's why |
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I'm gon' eat that |
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Live and direct, five |
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Tec's, med hat |
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Hugh Hef' rows, bang on that out of town nigga 'cuz he |
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UFOPatiently press upon him |
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Ask him, "Who you know? Where you from?What's up Duke?", |
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Watch how you pop ya gum |
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Empty ya pockets 'fore the cops come |
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When I bus take off past the light that ass better run |
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An' don't look back, no, hide if you have to |
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Dollar vans, just run into boats if he have to |
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Even got a .38, don't give me no hassle |
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When that little brown book in your pocket read |
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Mathew'sJesus |
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Christ, brothers around here stick together like cheap rice |
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So run little doggy, wolves is comin' |
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Tell him London, he get done in |
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Flame boy to his brains, hangin' out his onion |
