I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
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I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
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These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches
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[DJ Paul]
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My nigga silent night, deadly night
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That's when I start when I start creepin' like a hitman
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Scope my man then I toss the dynamite
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Bitches yall ain't got the guns
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Bitches yall ain't got the funds
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Fuckin' around with Three to Six I'll make you niggas duck and run
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Hoes this ain't no game I'm playin'
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I'm sayin', I'm fed up with you boys
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Crunchy catch that trick back on that-ways he still remeber them punks
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Straight hoe nigga, flat broke nigga
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Make his eyes close I drop you niggas like I drop my hoes
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[Gangsta Boo]
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I say we marchin' and steppin', plenty weapons we packin'
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Why you haters be lackin' always dissin' with rappin'
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How you bumpin' our shit then you turn around an you diss?
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You wouldn't want to step we been in this shit you rookie bitch
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Let me see who it be..shh pysch boy
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I ain't sayin your name you know who you are Lil' Boy
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In my time I saw faces, people of shades and races
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People nail me to crosses like I'm Jesus you Satan
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I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
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I'm staying crunk I'm plenty fucked I can't be barrin' you bitches
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I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
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These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches
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[Juicy J]
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Now I ain't fucked up bout these niggas dissin'
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Cause a nigga givin these blessings
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See you like a dog you fetching, starin at a fuckin' weapon
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Know your momma taught you better, never try to diss a player
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Maybe I can kill you now or stall around and kill you later
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Probably I should call the boys
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Tell them to bring them toys
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We gonna bust them bitches and fold them up like aluminium foil
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And keep loadin them guns
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Takin em one by one
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Throwin' up sets and snappin' necks until the job is done
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[Lord Infamous]
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Take em' on a lyrical holocaust
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Infamous is just our mafia boss
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Nigga walk around with his head blown off
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Call me the wicked ass lord of farce
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Nigga one look and get his ass ripped apart
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Infamous coke has got no heart
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Coming through the hoe ain't no motherfuckin boss
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Fall to the earth ?
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Hoes be froze in a permanent dose
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These bitches blow me outta their clothes
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Call me the nigga with the dirty nose
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That will unload a 44 up to the foes
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Ain't no playin with you motherfuckin hoes
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Let's throw that rope but you hoes don't know
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But the infamous know you
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So and So and Toe and Toe I take the flow
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I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
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I'm staying crunk I'm plenty fucked I can't be barrin' you bitches
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I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
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These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches
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[Koopsta Knicca]
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Ahh... ? dress up on my head see, heard dat?
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Ask motherfuckin' scared nigga hell yeah
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Jumped up out the bed cause no sofa bed bitch ya heard?
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? 4 clickas ain't going out like no bitch
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Ain't no ? out this place like that fog up in my face
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Ain't no rollin' like no sissy
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Ain't no busta bitch, OK?
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Grab that gat cocked and handle like they think that I'm crazed
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So hit in their the face like a third grader on acid
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I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
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I'm staying crunk I'm plenty fucked I can't be barrin' you bitches
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I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches
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These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches
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Barrin' You Bitches
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| Three 6 Mafia |
