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Intro: Luke
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UH! Yo, fuck-ass niggas,
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let me tell y'all one thing, right now I just don't give a fuck!
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I'ma let niggas just RIP y'all motherfuckin' throwdown, y'all
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gay-ass motherfuckers! Snoop-ass, hoe-ass, dog-ass nigga!
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Dre, you ain't nothin' but my bitch, I'ma make you my bitch!
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You look like you could suck a nigga' dick, hoe-ass motherfucker!!
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Verse 1: JT Money
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I know niggas ain't tryin' to diss comin' with that wack shit
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Keep tryin' to front, get your motherfuckin' back split
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And yo' ass kicked! Your shit is drastic!
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Run up on my nigga, get your punk ass blasted!
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Real niggas don't talk that gay shit
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Talk about, let another nigga suck ya dick
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Only punks talk like that
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I won't even bust ya; I'll slap you with my gat!
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Frontin' like a gangsta, but you's a faggot
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See if you can act it, but you can't back it
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A nigga like me won't play wit' ya
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I'ma BUCK BUCK BUCK when I get ya!
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Fuck it, I'm Goin' All Out
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Step on Death Row and spray up ya house, nigga!
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Dumb motherfucker tryin' to talk bad
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Fuck around, get a missile launched in yo' ass
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And for your homies talkin' fly shit,
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If we was locked up together I'd have made 'em MY bitches!
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'Cause I know y'all pranksters
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Y'all niggas still Fakin' Like Gangsters! Fuck y'all!!
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Verse 2: Clayvosie
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It's about time for me to tear the roof off the motherfucker
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I grab the gat to make you fuck-niggas run for cover
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You can fool a groupie, but you can't fool a gangsta
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1985, you used to be a fuckin' prankster
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Down with (?) and the World Wreckin' Cru
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Turnin' off the lights and dressin' like bitches too
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Every nigga on Death Row must be a joke
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I pull the lever to the chair and watch you niggas smoke
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Real niggas don't follow punks down here
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I guess your nigga Snoopie Dogg must be a queer
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So who the fuck you gonna blast here in Miami?
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Fuck with me and I'll kill your whol' family!
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And I do mean hoe', you think I'm playin', son?
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I got my glock to your head, now where you gonna run?
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Before you diss my nigga Luke, you better think twice
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I'll pull a trigger, nigga, and turn off your life!
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Luke:
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Yeah, fuck-ass nigga, you just don't know! A nigga know about yo'
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motherfuckin' ass with them "Turn Off the Lights" days! Nigga,
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when you was sittin' on them album covers with the motherfuckin'
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lip gloss, and them sequins outfits on, nigga, I know what a nigga want
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you to do right now! Nigga, you know what I want you to do for me
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right now? I want you to just, *music stops*
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Take off that g-string, ba-by,
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'Cause you know you look real cra-zy,
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And you gon' be my hoe - maybe -
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I just don't like this nigga.
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Yo, Mike Fresh, let's just take these fuck-niggas' beat!!
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*The opening of the instrumental track from "Fuck Wit Dre Day"*
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Yeah, this is how we do, we take fuck-niggas' beat!
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Yo, better yet, fuck that shit, my nigga, fuck that shit!
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*The record needle is dragged off*
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Yo, my nigga, bring the real shit in!
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Get that ol' coochie shit outta here!!
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*The "Cowards" track comes back on*
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Verse 3: JT Money
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Verse two, motherfucker, I still hit you with the ill shit
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Fuck with my nigga and yo' ass'll get killed quick
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Pussy nigga, you ain't shit!!
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Did a whole album of other niggas pullin' your dick
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I'll wreck your whole staff
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Bust shots at they ass, you niggas can't last!
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So don't try to flip the script, money grip
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Got a tech on my hip, plus I'm in the mood to trip
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And I'll take your 4-4
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Take a walk down Death Row, them niggas get Petrol
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'Cause that shit ain't nothin' but soft-town
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Play bad, get knocked the fuck off, clown
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I'll be on the D.L. scopin'
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Catch you slippin', leave your motherfuckin' chest open
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That nigga changed gears like a 10-speed
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Last album, that nigga was against weed
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Now he's mister Chronic-man
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Get high, nigga, try to play bionic man
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Act like you wanna be tough
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And we gon' see who'll really get fucked, ya fuck!!
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Luke: Yeah, fuck-ass nigga, lemme tell you somethin'! What you gon'
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be? You gon' be a real nigga or you gon' be a |