Shit, this shit right here...is for the thugs in the street
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Do yall here me?
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Shit, and this shit right here...will get you mugged in the street
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[Beanie Seagal]
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Beanie Segal hit hard, and I'll wire ya jaw
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Trademark niggas eyes, give them perminant scars
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Twist backwards, never catch me rollin' cigars
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Only cock and blow dro out of perservative jars
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On the block serving like I never heard of the law
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Cops hit the spot fuck it, mad bro to bar
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Fuck crack, flip powder, I aint takin' a loss
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Plus if I get snatched, its less time for the song
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I was been known to stroll the block, hold the glock
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Blow dro, pick up doe, reload the spot
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I'm the shit with crushed ice and some arm and hammer
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I'm the reason why smokers steal car antenna's
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I get bricks, so you know I make big nicks
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the size of Chiclets, that make you pricks sick
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While you try to profit, i just flip quick
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Ya niggas know my flow be sick, my doe be quick
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[NuChild]
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Now when you wake up
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I'm wiping the cold out your eys with the barrel of the gun
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Holding your son, smoking Branson
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Blowing smoke in your face, I want the ransom and some
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His shit'll get the opposite of handsome
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I mean I got to come clean
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I've done bagged up and served everything you've seen in the feds magazine
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I'm what y'all haven't seen
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I swallow kerosene and piss out gassoline
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Strike a match and burn the fucking scene
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I'm no joker - I could blow you into smoke
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and make your man a second hand smoker.
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I'm so vulgar - I'm sendin' niggas straight back to their maker
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Broke, with a PlayStation for a CD player, see me player?
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I dont even play that shit
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I just spit and have the whole hood sayin' my shit
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Yall got a bible? Well pray in that shit
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While I smoke a scripture, load up the guns then come to rip ya
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[InfraRed]
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This be the realest shit I ever wrote
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Gun up in your mouth, hands around your throat
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Choke nigga choke, I'm dope
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Roll me up and smoke, on contact
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Niggas react, and play me back
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For doe, I'll murder ever nigga not on this track
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I spit back, at any nigga claimin' he teflon
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The best on, be the next nigga get stepped on
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A sick dude, type to ask God "You wanna battle?"
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"I could care less, send me hell I like to travel"
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After waxin' him, I wax you
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Smack you, clap you, and thats two
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Niggas I left lookin' like statues
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I have to, bring it to these cowards that talk hard
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Some jail shit? Never even walked through a junk yard
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I thump hard
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Make a nigga yell for crew quick
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A true bitch, eat a nigga up like a chew-stick
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Too rich, is what I plan to be in the 9-9
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Its all mine, Fagots ride bench when its crunch time
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So bump mine, make a nigga lean off the opium
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You Ethiopian
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Willie niggas, yeah we scopin 'em, and ropin 'em
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Do a nigga Rosewood style
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Hangin' by his weak picture, callin' his moms and his child
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[Mysonne]
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Its Mysonne, lefty, gun up in the right palm
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Poppin' niggas in their sleep so they die calm
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Kill or be killed, thats the shit that I'm on
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Its desparoto style, shooting at them side arm
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I'm gone, see I'm dope like heroin
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And my guns got scopes, so they zero in
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Here on in, know I fear no men
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And mutherfuck shootin' five, here go ten
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Know that if you start a problem, there's no end
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You tough? Fight death and be a hero then
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Niggas call me Poppiseed, I'll pop your seed
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And move bricks on the block thats too hot to breath
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I'm a real type of nigga, that cock and squeeze
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Y'all them second guess fagots, that cock and freeze
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So I fuck with real niggas, like The Lox and D
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And yall niggas got problems, just watch and see
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[Drag-On]
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I'm the kid with the unlaced boots, but'll lace you
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Leave a hole in your facial, the size of a bagel
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All my bullets hit, never graze you
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If you never was shit, I'ma promise you this
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I'ma front page you, I'ma young'n
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The first one there, and the last one to get to running
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Unless you tell me the cops coming
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Cuz I like to feel assed out, so when they trap me I blast out
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I'm quiet my gun gotta bad mouth
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I wake up with the mad south
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You know how many chinks and jews
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