[Chorus] 2x
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You been talkin', now we caught you
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Bitch now its on
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Thug line nor I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck)
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About you jumpin' up, actin' like you Krayzie
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'Cause you Hollywood niggas can't fade this
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[Verse 1]
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Turn off that muthafuckin' radio
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And put in a CD or a tape
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And let them thug niggas show
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We comin' to invade your space
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In your face like "Ho hey!"
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The original, criminal, blowing up on these niggas
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Give them something to listen to
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Is Right back up in the house
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Mastermind of rap or crime
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Another clack of a nine
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Damage your spine (spine)
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Mash us and blast at your mind
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Niggas really think i'm carin'
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What they sayin' like they scarin' me
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But all they talk is noise
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I'm not a toy, so boy don't play with me
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Thug Line, Thug Line
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And yeah thats my clique (thats it)
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And if niggas wanna trip
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Then we can do this shit
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I'm not no muthafucking ho-nigga
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I came but i can go
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So nigga come on
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And let me know what you down to die for
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Stay strapped these days cause i don't know who to trust
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So I just point my gun everywhere when I bust
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Fuck these niggas
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I'm in your city, your TV and your radio
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So don't act like i'm hiding
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Nigga, y'all are just some scary-hoes
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[Chorus 2x]
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[Verse 2]
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Why niggas be actin' like they know me?
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Then talkin' my shit
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All on my dick
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Now nigga you know what we call them (A bitch, bitch)
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I'm running from nobody and nothing
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Motherfuck them if they coming
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We'll be waiting with the pumps
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And bucking slugs into they stomach
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A hundred mini-missles won't miss you
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I can bet you we hit you
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Split 'em, get rid of 'em
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10 of them, at the same time killin' em
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Keep my presence to a minimum
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But i'm in your vision
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Every time you see the thug line
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I'm on the front line
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I love mine
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I'm tellin' you now
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We on a mission with no mercy
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Wanna know how bad we wan't it?
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Just say we thirsty for it
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And any nigga trying to get up in my way
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Might i say, them bitches beggin' for a beatin'
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So we left 'em bleedin'
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Competition (competition), to me is an enemy
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So think before you come try to get in it with me
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So you can frown all you want to
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Get loud all you want to
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But now we see you
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What you gon' do?
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[Chorus 2x]
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[Verse 3]
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Now if y'all really trying to get in some action
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You heard my song
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Come nigga, get at me
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And bring your family
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'Cause we really need to practise
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"Walk it, don't talk it", I say this time after time
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Have the same nerve and courage when we see you outside,
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Online, all right
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Lets get this party started, spark it
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Thug style, showin' em love
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But we stay heartless regardless
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Hit 'em with bomb shit
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Better ring the alarm
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Its the thuggish ruggish niggas
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Bustin' the guage with one arm
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Like Vietnam, the enemies expendable, so fuck 'em
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First time we warn 'em
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Second time we storm 'em
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Nigga, you don't get no three shots
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We not playin', and I know they understand
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They tried to test the man
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But the man was really a man
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So its the plan
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Stay heated heavy and ready to die
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If not then eat a magnum full of hollow point shots
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I'm just tryin' to make my profit,
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Get up out of this shit
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But until then I gotta cock my shit (I cock my shit)
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[Chorus 2x]
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I Don't Give A F**k
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| Krayzie Bone |
