(feat. C-Bo)
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[Screeching tires, gunshots, broken glass, sirens and screaming]
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Yeah [3x]
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[E-40]
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They want problems; soon them want me waxed, contracts on my ass
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It's comin from the pen, they say I owe 'em cash
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Dwellin off the past and they need it fast
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But what they fai'lize is I'll be quick to blast
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Die hard cold blooded killer all about my work
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Dressed up like a female in a mini-skirt
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Specialize in doin dirt - shootin niggaz in the shirt
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Put the pistol in his mouth and make it hurt, ooh
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Cutlass, guzzlin down a 40-ounce bottle of Swiss malt liquor brewsky
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talkin to a cutie standin outside the movie theater
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sittin on top of the hood of my Cutlass
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Smokin on a non-filter pink pack colored edition cigarette
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Clove-family affiliated cancer stick lookin +GANESH+ beadie
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What the fuck? W here's the peace treaty?
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Full of my Wheaties, yes indeedy, M-16's don't shoot no beebees
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Programmed to amputate anything that gets off in my way
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Then I put them same size left over bullets up in my A.K.
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I can't wait 'til we bump heads
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[Chorus:]
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It on, on sight day and night no matter what I'm dumpin'
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I'm tryin to see you niggas 'bout somethin' [2x]
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"I'm heated, them niggas cheated" - [3X (in background)]
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We had a meetin', shit 'posed to been squashed [3x]
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Shit was 'posed to been squashed
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[E-40]
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I've got a hunch; meet me at the Olive Garden spot let's do lunch
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Fool and dem tried to pass the buck and set us up for lumps
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Sons of bitches must think we some chumps
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Time to break out the pipe bombs and the pumps
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[C-Bo]
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Nigga fuck stress and pull lick, we kick in the door with full clips
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Out of Magnums packin when we blast 'em we all out for the chips
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FOol, 40-Water never slip, saw the niggaz quick and then dipped
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Before we spark the pipe bombs, and blow them niggaz shit to
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side-ways up off they block, poppin gears in a big block
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All out non stop riders until our casket drop
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We smashin, blastin on any, while I remember many
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Dash and blastin double two-three's, fuck the enemies
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[Chorus]
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[E-40]
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One of my big dudes up out HPA shot me a kite today
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He up in Pelican Bay three striker
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Doin 25 with a L cause he won't tell on one of his
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high-ranked dudes in position who wears a diaper
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With the shit stacked on the side of his waist
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blood splattered all on the windshield wiper
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Somebody tried to take his face - caught him up in his Viper
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Loose as a goose ass out tried to down him like a sniper
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hyperventilated started havin' seizures
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No feelings in his legs, arms, or his sneakers
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[C-Bo]
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We stand tall, like Manute Bol with bigger balls than RuPaul
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Strapped with 4-4's down to execute all y'all
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Don't want to see us niggas on a mission
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150 round drum 45 slugs bitten
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No remorse hit by the hardcore fo' sho'
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Leave him stuck in his front seat
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70 rounds through his front window
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Ain't no fuckin' with G's
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Fill 'em up to they neck from they knees
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Leave 'em dyin' in the street as we escape on they goldeeze
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[Chorus]
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It's On, On Sight
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