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Ya this Lil Wyte layin' it down for that ACP |
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We 'bout to throw these boys in a mother****** mosh pit |
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For those of y'all who don't know what a mosh pit is |
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It's just a bunch of drunk, ignorant mother*******s |
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gettin' the *************t whooped out of 'em to some music, you know what I'm sayin? |
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[Hook: repeat 2X] |
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Throw 'em in the mosh pit! |
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Stomp 'em in the mosh pit! |
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Swing your mother****** fists and beat em in the mosh pit! |
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[Juicy J] |
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Its the Juice, up in the club |
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So raise your set high in the air and show me love |
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We drinkin' beer, we smokin' pere |
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Its just alive and three 6 mafia in your ear |
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We sippin' syrup, you might get hurt |
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We snatchin' ******* beatin' 'em down in the dirt |
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We dumpin' fur, we throwin' chairs |
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So if you scary get your ass up out of here |
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[Lord Infamous] |
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Now show them golds, and swing them bows |
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Take your *************rt off and commence to whippin' hoes |
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We got that danger, built for a stranger |
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Your boys scared to ************* with us but I don't blame 'em |
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They swingin' knives, they poppin' guns |
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Roll with them punches mother******* don't run |
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Swing back (swing back!), pop back (pop back!) |
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Clear the room mother******* like click click (boom!) |
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[Hook 4X] |
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[Josey Scott] |
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Here I come, an only son |
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I'm goin' straight out the ghetto to number one |
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I'm gettin' higher, I'm on fire! |
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So all you haters better get ready to retire |
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I'm on the scene, I keep it mean |
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I went from having no chedder to bling bling |
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I got some ice, I'm never nice |
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And I'm a killer so don't make me say it twice |
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Straight out of Memphis, can I get a witness? |
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And I be lookin for the chickens with the thickness |
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I'm here forever, any kind of weather |
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You say you don't take advice you ******' better |
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My anger swellin', my hate it dwellin' |
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I might be naughty or nice there ain't no tellin' |
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My mind trash, I'm about to blast |
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Not even a hero can save your ******' ass! |
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[Hook 2X] |
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[Lil Wyte] |
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See the Lil Wyte, I'm from the bay |
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I do not play, you best of prayed |
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This is my time, I'm 'bout to blind |
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I'm smokin' pine, I am so high |
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I'm 'bout to ride, best not collide |
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'Cuz if I see you I'm creepin' up from behind |
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You better hide, you on my side |
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You in my hood and I know I'm up in your mind |
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I'll break it down, just like a pound |
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Of some of the prettiest gally that you done found |
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I am the man, you are a lame |
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I'll ************* you up worst than the effect of a plane |
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This is the real, don't like the feel? |
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Then get back off in the kitchen where you can chill |
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I roll with killers, and drug dealers |
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And all the others I kick it with 'bout their scriller |
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Throw 'em in the mosh pit! |
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(Chris Steve talking) |
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Yo this is Chris Steve from Saliva comin' at you |
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I'm bumpin' this Unbreakables mother******* |
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You can't even get with this *************t |
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You can't handle it |
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You can't even ****** taste this mother******* |
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You know what, 'cuz this ************* is in your god damn mouth *************! |
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******' dirtiest of the dirty mother******' south comin' at you |
