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Just `cause a nigga come in he got style |
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Don`t think I won`t flip it |
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Don`t pull your file |
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But I got enough bullshit to deal with |
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I`m rollin` with the thugs so |
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You must be on drugs to the head |
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Get your ass break down |
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Broken half baby |
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I`m a feelin` like a motherf**kin psychopathic |
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And if you got beef best leave it in the freezer |
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I`m no joke |
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Mopreme straight lo |
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And you could get smoked |
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You hook the shit you get stroked |
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And all of that |
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And later be back for your motherf**kin dope sack |
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Kid it ain`t the type of day to play doughnut |
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Don`t get your ass sewn up |
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Why you leakin on my blown out |
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Hey, you`re mixed up like a bowl of nuts |
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You f**k around and got it twisted up |
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Boy, don`t get it twisted |
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Don`t get it twisted!..... |
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It`s the Macadoshis coming from the dark side |
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The park side where the O.G.s do ride |
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Ain`t nothing but killers in the park |
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As many niggas lost they`s heart |
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When my gat sparks |
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I`ll bust a cap in that ass |
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Don`t get it twisted |
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When I`m on a mission, niggas come with Mishy |
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You busters gettin disciplined |
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And you`re comin` up short on your life |
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When i smoke you with this mac-10 |
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When it`s on it`s on |
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F**k it |
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I`m makin niggas kick the bucket when I check em` by inducis |
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Ain`t no think to let my shit spin |
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You on my shit list hope you got a death wish |
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I tried to warn you but you missed me |
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You should have listened motherf**ker when i said: |
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Don`t get it twisted! |
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Niggas got problems about gettin shit twisted |
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They need to stay the f**k out of grown folks business |
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Kids get a kick out of bumpin their big clips |
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But don`t front no shit that brought no shit that peace started |
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Cause I`m a cold hearted rider straight dunkin` |
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never through with my streets |
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Never hurt nobody but my heat |
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East side brothers don`t hear me though |
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They`d rather get shit twisted and gather like hoes |
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Bitch make ass niggas when I caught `em |
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Couldn`t bust a drape if they wanted |
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They`re soft like Charmin |
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But I don`t sweat varmits |
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I suffer with my black group |
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Just a one-day murderer |
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On the motherf**kin Rudy Poop |
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I snapped his soul, son |
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Ain`t no damn thing funny when I spray your ass with my tongue |
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And your mommy can`t save you now |
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Cause you got the job twisted up |
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For f**kin` with a killer |