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Killer kill from the |
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Ville, Killer |
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Mike In the motherfucking building nigga |
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Y'all already know, |
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Killa kill putting it down |
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New South |
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Movement, mo'fucker |
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New South |
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Movement, |
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South Lee |
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Southwest |
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Click [Hook - 9x] |
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That's what that is pimp [Bun B] |
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Now loving, is the size of my shoe |
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And that's the new size that'll hold you, let your shit come through |
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See one deep |
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I'm whooping clicks, gangs |
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With my 50 |
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Cal. click bang, |
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I'm gangsta walking with that trick aim |
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My nuts hang, like |
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D-boys on the corner |
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And I could send a bitch nigga, a |
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Bengal like |
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Ty Warner |
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I'm standing on a soap box, preaching the gospel |
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On how you should move them coke rocks, and protect yo glocks |
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And turn your projects, into |
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Ft. Knox It just a fo' night, with two 44 glocks |
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Now rise and shine it's a kick do', for your pies and pine |
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I'm riding off in the sunset, the horizon's mine |
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Everybody dies in time, but how will you pass |
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In a million dollar mansion, or dead broke on your ass |
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Think fast, cause your number is coming up |
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And ain't no second chances, when the killers is running up [Hook - 8x] [Paul Wall] |
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I step into the club, in a fresh white |
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T Looking for a one night wife, to delight me |
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A lot of dudes claim, to be gangsta like |
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Ice-T When in actuality, they sweeter than ice tea |
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Get your weight up homie, only the strong survive |
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Get off the bus and pay your dues, you don't belong on this ride |
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I'm a full time playa, all about my hustle |
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Demonstrating my muscle, if |
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I get in a tussle |
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If you got plex, |
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I suggest you keep it hush-hush |
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Cause boys wet up on that water, and you might get bust |
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I got to stay up on my note, so my game is sharper |
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I can't be wiped out, |
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I'm like a permanent marker |
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Boys mean mugging in the club, repping they hood |
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It's understood but cross that line, homie it ain't good |
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It's survival of the fittest, |
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I'm the last one breathing |
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While you in your bed sleeping, |
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I'm still out here creeping [Hook - 8x] [Killer Mike] |
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Take your ass to church nigga, if you wanna learn better |
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Join Mase and |
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Bethle-fuck him, |
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I'm trying to get cheddar |
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My stack will clearly show, my talent for moving blow |
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And it's gangsta music, so fuck the status quote |
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Grown men talking, who let the children in |
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Get the nine to spit it in, leave him smelling like chit-lens |
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I ain't playing |
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I ain't joking, |
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I'm rolling loaded and open |
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It's best you not provoking, this man when he pistol toting |
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The 4-fiftha, will tuck turn toss twist you |
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Split you right down the middle, like a brand new swisha |
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When the bullet hit you nigga, it rip and tear tissue |
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Bullet bang, turn brains into baby batter |
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Turn great matter, into antimatter |
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Fuck your chitter-chatter, who's good better best badder |
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Let the shotgun splitter splatter, who it hit child or bitch |
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It don't matter, niggaz just handling bis' |
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Primetime guerilla gang, get his what it is [H.A.W.K.] |
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Last but not least, it's |
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H.A. Dub Buckshot slugs, you covered in blood |
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Feel me cuz, or get drug in the mud |
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By these Texas thugs, who really don't show no love |
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That's what it is nigga, handle your bis nigga |
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This ain't your year nigga, |
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I'll split your wig nigga |
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Take a sqwig nigga, this is the new |
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South We coming hola, so what you talking bout |
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You niggaz still learning, we got they heads turning |
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We got the streets burning, this is a street sermon |
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That's what it is dummy, you niggaz chasing honey |
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We out here chasing money, jacked by |
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G and running [Hook - 16x] |
