[Mr. Pookie]
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Comin up tha muthafuckin block, its tha Undertaker
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Jus throw yo hands in tha air, dont move a muscle I wont hesitate ta
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Jus let you have it wit a few thangz
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No need for runnin and duckin cause wit this missle pack,I'm takin aim
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Now all these methods, need to finish him
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I took my sack out my pocket and smoked a blunt as I diminished him
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Intoxicated, rule number 1 Pookie jus cant be faded
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High off that dosha, I don told ya I was bound to make it
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Niggaz smoke, forget that drama I be tellin ya
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Cause me and my crooks stay on cloud 9 on tha regular
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And sense we crooks, jus some killaz we motivate to get cha
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Pull out that knife and slit yo throat and watch yo body shiver
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Jus will peel ya, hollow points is hittin quicker
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Standin ova yo body and watchin that blood spilla
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Say hoe, jus have a seat and listen thea to tha beat
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As tha words come out my mouth and grab hard by yo feet
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Penetratin to yo nerves, sendin signals to yo brain
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As I post up on tha curve, do you forget I'm tha blame?
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Wit tha finastatic, lift up my shirt to pistol I will grab it
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Killin folks and smokin blunts, I'm lettin these niggaz have it
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Chorus[x2]
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Visions of a Silent One, loadin up an extra clip
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Foes out to get me but these rounds will spill up out my clip
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Trip and watch me throw some shit at yo head
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No clear description of this face leavin coppers mislead
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Now look into tha eyes of a muthafuckin crook (Whatcha see?)
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Jus a crip azz nigga high as he can be
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Wit them 3 mo crooks, in otha words, my motives
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Be comin hard, I told ya, and spittin shit so potent
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And toastin to heavy burdens, nigga I'm on my own
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Gauge inside yo dome to solve tha problem at home
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It's on, now tha pressure's on my back wit a tree
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Damn I gotta hit a lick (Naw you need to hit that weed)
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Stressin me is a baby momma gripin and cryin
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Man I hope she aint lyin about this baby bein mine
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And times is changin, you betta peep tha world around you
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Comin up I'm bound to a Southside clown fool
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Mr. Pookie, Mr. Muffit, K-Roc and C-Pone
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Rippin beats we see on
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Smokin killa til we gon
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Loan me them pistols so I can make a dismissal, what
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Wont need to dis you, leave you shitty like some tissue
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Bitch you anotha havoc, cause boy I aint gon have it
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My Visions of a Silent One release tha automatic
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Let you have it wit tha gauge, buckshots come from every way
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Got em lost in tha maze betta yet I see you dazed
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Be amazed by tha power I posess, that I stress
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Turn tha S to a P on yo muthafuckin chest
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It's best you keep yo distance cause nigga I jus wont listen
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Come on in my dimension and let's get into some killin
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Chorus [x2]
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(Pookie please jus let me live, man)
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Bitch would you let me live?
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(Huh?)
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That's wha I thought
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(Gun shot)
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Surprise nigga I hit that scene when you think I wouldnt
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Talkin shit to my niggaz now boy you really shouldnt
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Cause tha pack in tha back of me they really killaz
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Cut you up, body show nuthin but yo body shiver
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Flossin that bitch that you wit and really shit to me
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Cause I don already fucked that hoe
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But you cant tell and you cant see
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How a pimp that be me, be actin quiet and calm
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Be quick to snatch yo bitch and leavin that hoochie body numb
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Tha fun of her, lickin my back and my azz
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Told me to lick up on her, but hoe now I think I'll pass
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I'd rather smoke on a blunt I get so high I get tweeted
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I try to stop smokin so much, K-Roc keepin me weeded
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Jus back on off of me though dont wont no mo or no static
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I'd rather reach for my gun, bust a pump, let some punk nigga have it
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This nigga dont know where I'm from homeboy you betta take a look
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Because I'm out of clean and dirty, 13030 Stoneycrook
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Chorus [x2]
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Visions of a Silent One
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| Mr. Pookie |
