I been quiet for too fucking long so now its time to break the silence.
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I start with the killing so fuck stopping the violence.
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I got something for your monkey ass. So peep.
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Better yet like a stray dog I put your ass to sleep.
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No more faking and taking my snaps.
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Sorry fool, Eiht goin' step 'n get the straps.
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Geah, I puts my work in and fuck up your shit.
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Now you gotta bow down and suck a fat dick.
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Mmm. I guess thats what you get when you try to play.
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Try to come up with that mutherfucking he say.
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Or she say, or what the fuck did that fool say?
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Punk bitch, I'll mop that ass up anyway.
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Dont misbehave, cause you'll be a slave.
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Another fronting mutherfucker in a early grave.
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Geah, you got over fool because your ass was sly.
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But a dead nigga tell no lies.
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[killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop... X2]
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Another fool on my shit list.
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And now the punk bitch wanna play games.
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No competition so I'll mention no fucking names.
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Just like a rat, she likes to squeel.
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But you squeeled on the E, so whats the deal?
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Geah, you spread rumours for humour G.
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But the shit aint funny, so humour me.
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And um, aint no more of your bullshit I'm having.
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Geah, Tired of the fucking back stabbing.
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Soul in the bozac, as I stack.
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To your jaw I start to mack. Like a fool don't clap.
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And um, it aint over till the fat bitch spit.
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Well the fat bitch is about to spit shit.
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To save your sorry ass from the mash.
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So who really gives a fuck if I tap that but.
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So um, when your ass is gone, they'll wonder why.
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But a dead nigga tell no lies.
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[killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop... X4]
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[Ran through the rooms and went pop, pop, pop.]
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Get ready for the last mutherfucking trip.
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As I pop in another mutherfucking clip.
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Geah, one more busta, another mark.
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Fool your kinda fake, talking about you fucked the Eiht.
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Damn, another sorry bitch with some street slang.
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Peel his cap cause we aint from the same gang.
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Talking about you'll shoot the Eiht from the top of the tree.
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Nigga please, I might drop you to your fucking knees.
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Try to lay low, but you know you can't escape.
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Why'd you have to diss me on your underground tape.
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Now you hang your shit up on a shelf.
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Didn't you know, you'd be fucking your own self.
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Quick draw McGraw, on the fucking draw.
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As you scheme on my team I take 2 to your jaw.
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Geah, you got over fool, but you know why.
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Cause a dead nigga tell no lies.
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[killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop... X2]
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[Ran through the rooms and went pop, pop, pop.]
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Geah, Eihthype in a mutherfucking effect.
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For the nine deuce to get loose.
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My nigga Mike T is in the house. Dj Slips in the mutherfucking house.
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My nigga 'Times in the house, Rick's in the house.
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My nigga Chill's in the house, Boom Bams in the house.
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And we outta here....
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Dead Men Tell No Lies
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| Compton's Most Wanted |
