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I come to put it down |
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Rob, kill and destroy |
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Fuckin' your baby momma, your record label and your dead homeboy |
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You got me fucked up |
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I break you down like a bomb sack |
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Split your shit |
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Roll you up, put some hit to that |
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Jump that ass like asses |
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Fool you gets no passes |
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I can see clearly now |
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And ain't leaving wearing glasses |
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I'm from the East Side, where we ride |
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Niggas die - we stay high |
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Fuck a drive-by |
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I'm in your house with your family tied |
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Honey I'm home so is this chrome and I kill her |
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Swellin' like your bitch in a Sherm stick |
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Nigga what did you do to her? |
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I ???? cause she was ???? don't ???? |
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Relax, bucks, she hard ???? want me ?? |
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I need the kids to your bomb |
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I'm sendin' the ho' to the tracks |
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Ain't send your kids to a fuss the home death come quick |
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To a mark that they don't know |
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But if you leave a foul as you I take it personal |
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Do you pay the plate? |
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Now tell me how d'you parlay? |
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Do you down 'gnac? |
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Or swallow Tanqueray straight? |
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Do you love to kick it? |
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Do you hating any fashion? |
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If you fit the ???? |
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You be the nigga I be smashin'... |
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[MAC-11] |
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What's your name baby? |
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And where you stay at? |
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Where your man locked up? |
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You shouldn't have never told me that |
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I know you're cravin' for some balls and your jaws get it on |
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Don't pause down my dick, it's gettin' tall |
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Don't fall, turn around |
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Jack that ass up in the bed, uh |
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Bitch I'm young bleek and strong and just drunk a fifth of 'gnac |
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I ain't thinkin' overcomin' 'em I'm trying to break some' |
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And bein' the nigga I am |
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Mack double 1, bitch, I'm takin some of that foully dust |
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Let me take and watch ooh your man got bombed here |
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I snatch the shit up tha closet |
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Put some ends in my pockets, bitch I'm strugglin' |
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On parole but she don't know or won't know |
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Cause I'm hustlin' |
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Pays me if you knew me I know she wanna fuck |
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I ain't one about to trippin', I got the bitch ??? |
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The pussy tight |
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The next time you ride tell him I said it's all right |
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Stay out the jail finna I'm ??? to you personal |
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[Chorus] |
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[MAC-11] |
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I'm just as dirty as they come |
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M-A-C double one |
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Mac-11 ain't no telling when it's 7 to get they yellin' |
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You gon' stop to listen |
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I can't afford to be missin' |
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No strikes is hazardous to my killing |
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I ain't tryin' to see prison |
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You must be blind to the fact that I'm your baby pops |
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Don't make me act a |
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Muthafuckin' fool |
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When I walk in your spot |
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I got a rough ride style |
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Been gone for a while |
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But when he see me he smile |
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My lil' voice run ??? |
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And you don't want to see me the same grown what's up with that? |
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You was the reason why I laugh, did you tell him that? |
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I know you raised him on your own when I was locked down |
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But I was hustlin' to take care of you when I got shut down |
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Sure like that I take it personal |
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And you wanna trip |
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He got to care mom |
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But I'm his daddy, fuck that bullshit |
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And ain't got to fuck with you to take care of mine |
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You can't keep him ??? or let me with him in the summertime |
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If you run up |
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And take my boy away |
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I'm takin' it personal bitch |
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And this is what I gotta say |
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[Chorus] |
