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(feat. K-Rock, The Kaze, Three 6 Mafia) |
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[Chorus x3] |
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Smoked out, loced out |
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Loced out lo-loced out loced out |
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(Triple ss triple six mafia mafia) |
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Niggga but you know but you can't |
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Rob the power hey, |
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Nigga with posse |
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Mother****er don't them |
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Scared, **** a man wtih the glock |
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Make 'em drop it |
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Damn fool what's this (trip-triple six mafia mafia) |
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Step it to the cut |
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Just smokin' and smokin' |
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See me locin' it and chokin' it |
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Puff puff puff |
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When the po pos come again |
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Buck buck buck buck (triple ss triple six mafia mafia...) |
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Now I was killin' a ride |
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With a double them niggas |
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They got te mother****er strippin' with a knee |
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Look through my face |
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[?????] |
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**** a dead bed |
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Two shots to the head |
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Now the nigga dead |
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I'm bout' five the high |
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Mother****ers is smoked out and loced dead |
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Even the nigga without and let it flow to the bread |
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Better roll to the dead |
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Scarecrow's the face |
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Dedicated thugsta syle |
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Cause when gone bare |
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Smokin' deep free |
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The little infamous's car taken in heaat |
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Gettin' me hype |
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On a little bitty pipe lee |
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Fool you better watch your shit |
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Comin' up and make quick |
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Lke ya up to somethin' |
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What squirm could of made me jog |
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In my world where three to the rock chess chess |
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Unless the rock |
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All across this day I wsaw the afterbird comin' out the mirror |
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And ever since today I've been wanting |
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To put a mother****ers slip and have some nigga earlow |
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It's weird though, It's weird though |
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No houses's there is no tomorrow |
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Here comes the Lord Infamous |
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How ever I bet you nigros all go back |
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Sianara |
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I'm so high |
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I want to die |
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Ain't no reason why |
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Why ain't no ****in' alaby |
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I be wonderin' why |
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Why do I roll so many blunts |
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Do I blow them three six stump |
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Do she catch me before I jump |
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Jump off of the ocean side |
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Ocean side call it suicide |
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Suicide is no ****in' crimes in the devil's eye |
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It's black |
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Black in this mther****in' bitch |
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Don't say bout' them mother****ing mafia six |
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I'll get ya somoked out loced out |
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Staying on top shit |
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Don't playa hate congradulate me |
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Give me my props bitch, ugh |
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No top notch |
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Niggas I'm scopin' so you can't stop |
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The prophet posse |
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Thw whole damn click strapped with somethin' cop |
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Don't think i would have sympathy for shit I said or did |
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I'm daddy's litle girl |
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That they call up in the wrong bitch |
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So listen to my words of wisdom |
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This shit is so so real |
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More real of a bitch |
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Call em' the stronger the nut will |
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When you hear the word Triple six |
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You get sick |
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Casue you know it's many in a click |
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Strap that dick |
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When the halopoints touch your skin |
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Then it rips |
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Travel through your body then your friend |
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Yo it's split |
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Made you bust and know them out then play |
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When we spray |
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So what's best that you stay outta our way |
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Or decay |
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Lie in your coffin in your grave |
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Is where lay instead of walkin' round' and like your paid |
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Now let us pray |
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Loced out smoke out |
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Where them killas hangin hoe |
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Get down south in the ghetto where we slangin' dope |
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Lyrics do you fear it when you hear it |
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Enter in your head |
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Hypnotizing young mother****ers |
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Leavin' others dead |
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Scared from the sight |
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But the two breack check back on the breeze |
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It's my niggas that I'm tryin' to reach |
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Locked in their pin |
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Who would never see them streets again |
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All but the ight dollars |
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All **** them divadends |
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[Mafia x4] |
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[Chorus #2 x3] |
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Triple ss triple six [Mafia x4] |
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Loced out smoked out |
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Triple six up in your crib |
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When your kickin' that ass |
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Then we take and let main bame |
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Layin' on the fall |
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Purrin' the drank and I **** all with that cocaine |
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You really don't want nothin' better cease |
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Puttin' everything down with the shit |
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But I promise to got |
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If a nigga try to test me fit don't work with this click |
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Nigga get more work to the to the gut |
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Three six with a 40 cal with a pop |
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We talk about you that nigga who that casue I pull that shoot at who |
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Cares |
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Pat blast on that ass on the tainted glass |
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Raw gottta move with raw |
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But we on his ass |
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Nigga stop me on the chair |
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When we get to the p-h-z |
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Don't let no nigga pass |
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Mafia, mafia |
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Loced out smoked out, loced out, lo-loced out, loced out |
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Triple ss triple six mafia mafia |
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Smoked out smoked out, loced out lo-loced loced out |
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Triple ss triple sic mafia mafia |
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Loced out smoked out, loced lo-loced out loced out |
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[Repeat till fade] |
