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(lord infamous) |
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Sound the alarm |
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Infamous comes |
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From the slums |
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Lookin' them done |
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Within' they pump |
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Cough the thoughts |
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Bitches are numb |
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Niggas they run |
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All of my guns |
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Droppin' a fuss |
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Filish the wound |
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Bitches are doom |
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At high noon |
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Billy the kid |
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Splatter his wig |
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Without a clue |
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Niggas get blue |
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Off they shoes |
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What's up dead fool |
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I got my tools |
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Don't get the rules |
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It's up to you |
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What will you do |
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Here comes the rat |
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Here comes the tat |
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Hit 'em with bats |
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Chop off they ass |
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Blow up the gats |
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Don't hit a mack |
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Infamous packed |
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Down for a jack |
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Ready to buck |
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Wantin' to fuck |
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Testin' my nuts |
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You will get stuck |
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Down in the rut |
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Fillin' the slugs |
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Empty your gut |
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All on the rug |
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(?) dug |
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All on my mug |
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They will pay |
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When i'm comin' with the shanks |
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And my dank |
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And the chains |
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(koopsta knicca) |
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Fallin' up and down the street |
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Lookin' for some shit to creep |
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Niggas knowin' my bogus tags |
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And they pull up they gangsta setts |
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They knowin' bout my roll |
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Part of robbin' niggas who thinkin' they hard |
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And dumpin' trick in a ditch |
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That's my hobby cause i ain't ready |
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In the bushes where i hang |
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But you want to be a wild thang |
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And throw yo ass up in my face |
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Now i got your little monkey ass |
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No i'm not a scapula |
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So try to break it off with the rest of your dough |
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(?) the rest of yo bag |
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(???) |
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Which will die or bleed elite |
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Watch yo body hit the street |
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(?) they say where you lay |
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No one knows your damn face |
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But i do and that's a fact |
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Come play the game of pitty pat |
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I thought you on the railroad track |
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Slice yo head and leave you dead |
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Chorus |
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I'm takin' care of my mothafuckin' business |
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I ain't goin' bitch |
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Savin' none of ya hoes and i never be... |
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(juicy "j") |
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Ain't no fuckin' negotiatin' |
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When the nines cocked |
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Don't get yourself in a situation |
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Straight to a pinebox |
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I think it's time for meditation |
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To all this crime stop |
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Three 6 known for demonstratin' |
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For makin' bodies drop |
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Sometimes it's like i'm in a movie |
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Like the movie scream |
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These niggas don't say nothing to me |
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Cause i be lookin' mean |
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And if you stick a knife right through me |
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Cut through my bloodstream |
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You hoes ass niggas better kill me |
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Cuase fool this ain't no dream |
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I'm comin' for you like i'm crazy |
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Straight out the institution |
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Like a mafia member pay me |
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They know there nothin' to it |
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To leave my house lazy |
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And throw her in a sewer |
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The 97 you can't fade me |
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When i got something to do with it |
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(dj paul) |
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Now we got some killas in the house |
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When you claim you couldn't tell |
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Do i need to leave it here? |
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(buck, buck, buck) |
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To leave your ass convinced |
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Or do we need to put some kick dose on you fucky hoes |
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Mack 10's and 12's rebel |
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We got this under control |
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And when we call this type of deal |
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It's a splash party |
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When them brains |
