*featuring DMG
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[DMG]
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Call me psychotive but I'm bad, nigga yo!
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And I'ma do ya bad, black
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And when I come, I'm bustin up niggas to hear me, black
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Ya should of never let a nigga see
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if there was niggas and bitches and bitches and niggas that hated me
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Huh, I waited for my date to come-of-age
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and now I'm of-age I can't escape the fuckin front page
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So I guess that nigga D is up to hit again
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I kicks the funky shit and coke, and stupid like I'm Gilligan
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I'm P, supposed to hit a lick for a jack
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The only thing I gained is the pain of niggas comin back
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Nigga lookin for they shit, aggravated and pissed
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Niggas they can't fuck with my clique
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I'm here to break em off for chunk
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A D-E-A-T-H-L-Y, a motherfuckin punk
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And I be rollin with the brass
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Don't answer with the ziggers in your hood, he break your neck to roll a
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pass, nigga
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Don't even stop to say 'Whattup?' cos I bust for the fuck
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And pay some quick to light a motherfucker up
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Next time you stop me on your block, I hope you leave the place
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or be the next to meet the Lord face-to-face
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Nigga, I ain't the one to take no bullshit
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Cos see a nigga like the D is game to empty out the full clip
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So when I come for ya, act like ya know
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Sittin motherfuckin smooth to the curb but you don't hear do'
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[Chorus:]
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I'ma bring ya to ya asshole (uh)
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Do it like the G-to-O (yeah)
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Bustin on that ass but still I see that you don't hear me do'
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(But you don't hear me do')
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Bring ya to ya asshole (uh)
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Do it like the G-to-O (yeah)
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Bustin on that ass but still I see that you don't hear me do'
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[DMG]
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It's time to fuck em up, here it comes, BLAST, nigga!
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Thump to your chest and they comin out your ass, nigga
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I grew apart, livin my life as a criminal
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Niggas G to kill but still I see that you don't hear me do'
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So I'ma serve it to ya fat, hit the deck, mate
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Hit the deck mate, call me Flipper when I checkmate
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D-um divertin nine, Tre-9, full Glock, Glock
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My Glock makin sounds and it don't stop
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So nigga pass the swisha quick
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and I'ma blaze til the motherfucker burn me off my fingertips
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Cos, see a nigga gotta saty high
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I try to smoke til I can't smoke and then I won't smoke
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But still I got my fingers on my shit
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and click, click, click, ya die, die, die, ya dead, bitch!
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You tried to test the wrong nigga, be a tested
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Straight from St.Paul but clockin G's down in Texas
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Some think I'm talk cos I play it cool
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but I ain't the average motherfucker, I do the shit that niggas won't do
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Huh, like pistol whip a woodie for his bank
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Then after that I gate and grab his bitch and do the same thang
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And I will pain up the asshole
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Collectin grips on my drips as I stroll but you don't hear me do'
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[Chorus]
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[DMG]
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Ain't no mistakin what I'm bringin, you motherfuckers still ain't had
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enough
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So I'ma continue to break you off for proper ass chunk
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May it be 9, may it be a gauge, may it be a shank
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Any way you come I'm in your motherfuckin shit, mate!
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Huh, a nigga bustin caps, smokin fires
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quick to bring it to your ass and keep on goin til your ass die
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And it ain't no runnin down dem backstreets
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cos I got slugs to catch em with Carl Lewis on the track meet
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Huh, and still you wanna test a nigga so
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Audi 5, nigga, hate to see ya go but you don't hear me do'
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[Chorus]
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Yeah, check it!
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You Don't Hear Me Doe
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| Scarface |
