Voice: What the fuck?
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Mack: I'm tired of playin' with yo' ass nigga today you gone die.
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Voice: Aaaagh agh
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[Mack]
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I went from Inglewood to H-Town tryin' to put the hustle down
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but I could already tell these bitch niggas wanna clown
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like I'm the new jack of the city but I ride like nina roll
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& I can see now one eighty seven got to be the penal code
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I'm fed up that's it that's all fuck that get it get it
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& since he bullshitted & ran with it
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a murder must be committed
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Now the kidnap got to go down
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In other words I got to steal him
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then put the pistol to his grill &
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cock the hammer back & kill him
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[Face]
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We finna (get him) & once we (get him)
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gotta make a statement
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He fucked the family
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man to respect 'em we gotta waste him
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No hesitatin' heat him up & leave him on the pavement
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then find his momma so she can help us find her baby
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Nigga are you crazy?
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We don't bullshit when it comes to payday
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they fuck with Face they
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don't let me catch you on the highway
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or in public places we dumpin' on ya like that
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Nigga You Delinquent we on yo' ass like that
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Chorus
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You Delinquent muthafucka give up the pink slip
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We got to kill who you drink with
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We got to blast who you think with
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A money murder
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A money murder
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We got to hurt ya
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We got to hurt ya
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[Face]
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Caught his ass slippin' at a parkin' lot
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red dot marks the spot
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I'm trippin' on how hard he got
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he got some bitches in the front seat smilin'
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When asked about the paper he owe he kept drivin'
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paid us no mind & hit the corner in the 5.0
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dippin' disrespected pimpin' Mack 10 trippin'
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loadin' up the stainless .44 grip &
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the trigger off his finger finna start clickin'
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[Mack]
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Aww fuck<overlaps with>Ain't that a bitch
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this nigga actin' like I'm some type of sucka
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I'll tell you what Face you drive
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when I blast this muthafucka
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Done took my last weed crop money
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so you know we through G
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Dog I been around too many hogs
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to let a punk nigga do me
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I give a fuck what you claim
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where you from & who you know
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nigga touch my dough fa sho
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ya get a blow from the .44
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So let his neck go Brad
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it ain't no need to choke the nigga
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just close ya ears & get back homeboy
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I'm finna choke the trigga
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<gunshot>
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[Face] <whispering> Aiight there he go <gunshot>
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there that bitch go <gunshot>
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come on come on let'sgo <gunshot>
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heyniggalet'sgoniggalet'sgoniggalet'sgo
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Chorus
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[Mack]
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If a rider need his heat 'cause it's cold outside
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we gets money worldwide & we stay down to ride
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So I stuff the clip of the .45 cause I gotta survive
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& the niggas that's jive they end up dead on the rise
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all pissy & shitty victims of the Hoo Bang Committee
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when Mack & Face get down it's like a polinity
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Straight rulers of the city hit the stick & now we bent
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& blowin holes in what you think with
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of niggas that's Delinquent
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[Face]
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Hey so when a nigga shoot you nine man,
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a nigga gon need to get that money, whatI'msayin'?
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When a nigga shoot you half a bird,
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a nigga gon need to get that money.
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Nigga wadn't bullshittin' when he fronted it to you.
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So don't bullshit when it come to payin a muthafucka.
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Aiight? You Delinquent.
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Can I get my muthafuckin' ends nigga?
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Chorus
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We got to get you for that dollar bill (2x)
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We got to get you for this dollar bill
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We got to get yo' ass dollar bill
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A money murder
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A money murder
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We are going to hurt you nigga.
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A money murder
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A money murder (Give it up)
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You Delinquent
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| Mack 10 |
