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(REDRUM 781) |
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Crabs can't fade this because I made this to be stainless |
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The mind is a terrible thing to waste so I leave you brainless |
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The *******t that I do makes me famous |
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Say my name before you die |
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And I'll make your death painless |
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My goal is your mutha******' throat |
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The adams apple would be slit by my cross bow |
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I throw low blows enough and I cuts like a Ginsu |
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You wanna hoo-ride, do you know what you're gettin' into? |
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I don't think so I grab your hoe and hit the door |
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Nuthin' but Crabs stranded on Death Row |
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The L to the B blockin' out the third letter (¢) |
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Before I put a slug in the center of your sweater |
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Drop dogs like ?? dogs ?? close |
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Ricket so runnin' up before I hold up my strap |
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And they're froze |
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No one knows - of my homicidal capacity |
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I'm a pretty boy with the gangsta mentality |
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Hey, what can I say? |
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I let my Uzi do the talkin' and I spray |
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It's just another mutha******' C-K |
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Cowards Run In Pack so they take off |
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Their caskets will be close cause I blew his ******' face off |
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"Yeah |
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FRUIT TOWN PIRU ****** |
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They all gettin' C-sick |
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Them DENVER LANES and they all gettin' C-sick" |
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(RED RAG) |
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Well I guess I'm a gangsta |
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You probably know me by now |
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But the way that I look when I'm starin' Rickets down |
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I gotta stroll |
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I got so homies that's old they OG's |
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My ******s packin' bank rolls |
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When I step up I make Rickets run and hide |
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Committin' suicide - just survival homicide |
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Derange maniac mind of a lunatic |
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So damn nuts I go hunt with the toothpick |
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Cause I remember back to my early years |
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Step punk (pop pop) ****** the Crab and we outta there |
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We use to do that *******t again again |
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Kick out the door, say hello to my little friend |
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Gimme the money, the gat and we ready to go |
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We outta here, yo Dogg, grab the yayo |
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Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt |
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But ****** tried be hard, pull a gat outta *******rt |
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My ****** Dogg |
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Poppin' one dead in they forehead |
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Stomp his ass as we watch his head bled |
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You see a man ****** up for all and y'all |
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Pump they ass like a mutha******' holocaust |
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As we gon' blow in their ass like whistles |
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Pumpin' they ass full of lead like pencils |
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We outta there after that the *******t we did |
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My ****** Dog said don't ****** with the "kid", we on the rampage |
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"Yeah |
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My mutha******' Loco and Big Wak it's gettin' C-sick |
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My homie Pops and my ****** gettin' C-sick" |
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(LIL' STRETCH) |
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I'm gettin' C-sick |
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I roll through the neighborhood |
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A ****** with a problem |
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A ****** up to no good |
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Take ******s out with the fury of the trigga |
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Have Crabs pourin' out beer for some more ****** |
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Give 'em buck about the ****** and his homie |
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So I creep, pop pop, what my brother told me |
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Me take a ****** out mutha******' retaliate |
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Roll on the ?? then I hit the Main Street |
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Roll through the West Side to pick some real ******s up |
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The homie G-Ride, Spook Dog and my ****** Nutt |
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Five Line ?? ******s ain't for that peace *******t |
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You wanna peace something? Piece your ass back together ****** |
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The AK-47 mixed with the maniac |
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Straight Crab crusher, kill a Ricket, ******s on that |
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So as I creep Crab ******s better drop quick |
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Cause I got the 9 and a Deuce and I'm C-sick |
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"Yeah, we give a shot-outs |
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To all them gangsta-ass ******s that's gettin' C-sick |
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Yeah, one by one check it out |
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East Side BOUNTY HUNTER ******s is gettin' C-sick |
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West Side M Gang, they all gettin' C-sick |
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East Side MILLER GANGSTAS, you know they gettin' C-sick |
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Them WEIRDO Gang and they all gettin' C-sick |
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NINE-DUECE BE-BOPP WATTS ******s they gettin' C-sick |
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C-P-B's and they all gettin' C-sick |
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Yeah, LUEDERS PARK PIRU ******s are gettin' C-sick |
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Them A-P-G's and they all gettin' C-sick |
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Yeah ******, what about that West Side A-P-B ****** they gettin' C-sick |
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The INGLEWOOD FAMILY and they all gettin' C-sick " |