Mr. Sawed off leathaface[leathaface,leathaface] x2
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Krayzie Bone ? Verse 1)
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It’s the nigga that pack that witcha’s jump an gets tha pump
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Yeah nigga ya figure ya bigger well nigga come on an get ya some
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I see and I snoop nigga, get up in ya with a vengeance, in the morning daily colliosion lets get started wanna contend them, cause the rawest niggas is in here
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An I bin here, the start that I should let it be known, fo-fo closed so ya tryin to run up on my doe, fo-fo gon blow all ya brains out, you fuck with tha wrong one
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You wit tha nigga that’s gon shoot back an im pap an im gon’ run
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Nigga get outta ma path im mad you fuckin up everythin,
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Yeah niggas with rifles ready to snipe you
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Committed by Leather face, bang bang bang, ya dead now, deceased with hater’z
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Ya layin in the red now leakin like crazy
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So fuck wit me, ruck wit me, come with me, run with me, got tha guts to be,
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A thug nigga,
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Mr sawed-off leather face
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Underground, fuck around and catch a murder case fuckin wit tha murda-man
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(Chorus)
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My 12 gauge and leather face is all im needin for this
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Don,t be fuckin wit tha killer, killer, killer
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Before I leave tha scene im guarnteed to leave em bleedin to this
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Don’t make me kill ya. (x2)
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(Krayzie Bone ? Verse 2)
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Fuck em, im talking bout niggas that used to be down with this but, stumbled
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An most of the niggas they aint around cus they cant hustle
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Fact to me they struggle, get rid of the flab, niggas av got me some muscle now we pumped and ready to rumble,
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What did you come for,
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If you niggas ain’t ready for war, then what you got guns for,
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If you niggas ain’t ready to put em up, what the fuck you say you thug for,
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An once more, I’d advise your ass, had to get caught in a scuffle, cus more than a couple of fellas they get rough or we step in a mud hole,
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Things ain’t changed, the game, hang up in a nigga pain, bang the nigga rain, hang wit tha killer clan,
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Straight out of the jungle went to the honey can see me up here, kickin it with the thug niggas drinkin beer, oh oh oh yeah,
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So you can chill wit tha bullshit talking, talking
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They jus be talking ain,t non of them niggas walking, walking
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So you best to keep it cool before I show ya Mr. Sawed-off, and your jury take it all on.
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(Chorus) (x2)
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My 12 gauge and leather face is all im needin for this
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Don,t be fuckin wit tha killer, killer, killer
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Before I leave tha scene im guarnteed to leave em bleedin to this
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Don’t make me kill ya. (x2)
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(Wish Bone - Verse 3)
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Now some of these niggas claimin they gon bust wen it all goes down that the nigga wit tha loudest mouth be the first to get one in a straight jacket,
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little straight habbit nigga, I ain,t laffin, I let my fo-fo do my braggin,
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I came to party baby, as soon as I hit that body baby,
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a straight jacket and a mac is all im needin for this, we leave em still unrecognised in a ditch, ya bitch,
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Leather face and straightjacket underground, oh shit,
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Both sides all sides we gotsta get this shit,
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Now bout to murder one you don’t wanna test on,
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they shoot don’t lose ya front, ya trippin you can rest and,
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You might get to know me but really ya won’t,
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Ya might get 1 of ya roll but ya can’t, ya might think I won’t bust, but really I will jus trust me I will,
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Only them niggas that bust to roll with us,
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Only them niggas that’s bringin tha blunts can smoke with us,
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Only them niggas that’s keeping it rough, (what),
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can shoot with nuffin to lose, better believe when we bring it to, we gonna get at you, get at you
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(Chorus) (x2)
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(End)
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Straight of the mutha-fuckin streets of Clevland, Ohio
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East 99 from St.Clair
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A couple of real true thug ass niggas
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Mr. Sawed Off Leather face, eliminating all you fake ass niggas
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Don't fuck around, run yo mouth and get ya head blown of, bitch
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(Lyrics by ZEFF)
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12 Gauge (feat Wish Bone)
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| Krayzie Bone |
