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Badung bang |
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Ren your dangerous, you know you bat like a week |
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Ren your dangerous gun shots from juagardonlee |
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Dangerous, me know you bat like a week |
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Ren your dangerous, gun shots from juagardonlee |
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[mc ren] |
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Move, now let me fall into the groove |
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Breakin' *************z off but i break 'em off smooth |
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Used to try to pimp, but the ho's got old |
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A ************* can't remember how much ****** that i sold |
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In my youth, the *************t is the truth, go to jail for the proof |
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*************z makin' records sellin' two copies |
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Tryin' to ************* with me because your rap's sloppy |
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Now back in your cage your wings are short |
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You tall, dirty mother*********s dig the basketball courts |
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I can tear ya ass up in a rhyme |
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But i won't mention your name, 'cause that's a waste of my time |
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So i call my *************z, chip and dollar bill |
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Scoop up to the hill when we move in for the kill |
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Never retreat you dirty ************* take a seat |
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Big mother******' feet, with your wack assed beats |
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So train 'what up?' cut 'em with the shape |
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Make the ************* walk the plank, the dirty ************* always stank |
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************* better raise like the titanic |
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Ain't from atlantic, but i'll make your ass panic |
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And that's only one step, pride is kept |
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A glass of piss weigh as much as your rep |
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************* your through |
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One false move and a mother*************a's dead |
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>from one nine millimeter shot to the head |
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One false move and a mother*************a's dead |
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>from one nine millimeter shot to the head |
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[da konvicted felon] |
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Quad is kept, i step |
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With the nine millimeter come |
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Complicated with the gat to the back of the devil's head |
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Then i pull the trigger till he dead |
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Red rum, all i can see when i close my eyes at night |
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Dreamin' of vision of murderers comin' with butt, while satan's out to fight |
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I ain't rappin' to tight |
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You're ******' with a mother******' madman |
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That don't take *************t from a redneck chick |
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You can put your mouth up my steel ************* |
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And suck until i pull my trigger come, ********* my gun |
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What'll be done, when i be makin' your blood run |
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Into the stretch |
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And mother************* that white trigger that got his ******' ass beat |
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Many be ************* poppin' can't attail for that knee |
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But not so many as i gave so much a buck, buck from me |
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Buck, but it gets it up, i'm tryin' to defend my own skin |
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>from a ************* who loves crackers, so come and ya jack 'em |
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Sleep with the enemy and get treated as such |
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The convicted followed no bust, and lust for you |
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To make that one false move |
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One false move and a mother*************a's dead |
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>from one nine millimeter shot to the head |
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One false move and a mother*************a's dead |
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>from one nine millimeter shot to the head |
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But if every ************* grabbed a nine |
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And started shootin' mother*********'s it would put 'em in line(2x) |
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[dollar bill] |
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I was never the one to run with the pack |
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But was the mastermind for settin' up the jack |
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So if they every saw my beamin' it wasn't from crack |
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I musta been beamin' them grubs to hit the sack |
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And let me remember the days of way back |
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When everybody was homies and no one played that |
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Rockin' 'em, sockin' 'em, knockin' 'em out the box now tell me what's up |
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Look at me wrong fool, you get tossed up |
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I mean ****** up, you lucked up |
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I didn't come out a long time ago, with the fast or the slow flow |
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And callin' me wack, no that's a no no |
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The style just so wild, while your style just so-so |
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Nasty, they can't pass me, it's too fast see |
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*************z that blast fast i don't let 'em blast me |
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Usin' my mind like a nine millimeter to abuse |
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So don't make one false move |
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One false move and a mother*************a's dead |
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>from one nine millimeter shot to the head |
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One false move and a mother*************a's dead |
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>from one nine millimeter shot to the head |
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Many more will laugh and suffer, many more will laugh and die |
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One false move, and it's an eye for an eye |
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(chorus) |
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'yeah, i'm ready to die today'(repeat out) |
