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Hold up |
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It's the motherfuckin' corruptor, since I came I was a hustler |
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It's a shame, I got to blow out niggaz brains |
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To make these motherfuckers peep my game |
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I let 'em hang to the flo', snot on the snow |
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And full of kicked on rivals, it's for survival, in the intestines of the city |
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'Cause the game's shitty, and Piggly Wiggly on the payroll |
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So they can't bust us and we shine like diamond clusters |
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'Cause we some made motherfuckers |
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Because I take out my weapon and I quickly start bustin' |
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I go, cold loco lay 'em down by the dozen |
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I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin' |
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Why, why, why? It's the corruptor's execution |
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It's the corruptor's execution |
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I be workin' and twerkin' my portable digital |
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Triple beamer scale like a teeter-totter |
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Kind of like a see-saw, up and down |
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A hundred and twelve milligrams of some of that |
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There soft white baby powder, equals a they call up the Valley |
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Heat up in the garbage dumpster, "Who's sack is dat?" |
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All the tiffles and po'po' I got it back, don't make me do ya |
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I know these streets, like the Grayson's know jujitsu |
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Because I take out my weapon and I quickly start bustin' |
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I go, cold loco lay 'em down by the dozen |
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I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin' |
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Why, why, why? It's the corruptor's execution |
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It's the corruptor's execution |
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I'm havin' small change with gats and hundred sacks |
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I got to ball main with thangs, I let 'em hang |
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It ain't at all strange with game, remain the Savage |
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And cabbage, got to come, if not, five-oh for one |
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I come with guns smokin' leave you croakin' in Oakland |
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Without no words spoken put the Chevy in drive |
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And ride the block hopin' not to choke up in back |
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With the strap, and the kick in the back, imagine that |
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Because I take out my weapon and I quickly start bustin' |
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I go, cold loco lay 'em down by the dozen |
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I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin' |
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Why, why, why? It's the corruptor's execution |
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It's the corruptor's execution |
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Now, we get the cash the stash and bash |
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Your brains all over this dashboard |
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Give up the hash, and get you some gas |
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Who'll blast you main in man's sport |
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Now, brrr, stick 'em I kick 'em, Bobby you lick 'em |
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We stole 'em and brick 'em to death |
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K.S.'ll go left, finger flick 'em, bitches is breathin' |
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They last motherfuckin', breath |
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On the real how you feel about caps get peeled |
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I just baby, deal with the talk |
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You backin' the guns and all the law |
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So just hopin' these bastards know that we strong |
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Fuckin 'em quick in the back with the dick then |
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Make sure while they don't know throw a trick in |
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Keep yours eyes on Nich-en |
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'Cause we stickin' the Bic in, any sick then |
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Because I take out my weapon and I quickly start bustin' |
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I go, cold loco lay 'em down by the dozen |
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I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin' |
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Why, why, why? It's the corruptor's execution |
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It's the corruptor's execution |
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Because I take out my weapon and I quickly start bustin' |
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I go, cold loco lay 'em down by the dozen |
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I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin' |
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Why, why, why? It's the corruptor's execution |
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It's the corruptor's execution |
