Whatz Ya Pleasure (x9)
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Niggas die everyday
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So I give a fuck
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Bad luck
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Too bad your fucking homie got stuck
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he was a mark
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Punk ass nigga, what you wanna do
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Try your luck and you'll sing a dead man's groove
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So smooth that it makes you want to slit your wrists
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From listenin to all that wacked ass bullshit
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The groove is potent so you might wanna take a hit
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Or kickity kick back and listen to the funky shit
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That we kick 'cause the cult is on a roll
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And when we stop it, we leavin' with yo' soul
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killin' nigga's like a pro 'cause i ain't a hoe
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on the raezel i packs the mad roll
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Nigga's can't fuck wit tha real shit
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hell naw, keep yo' fuckin ears open
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listen for hell's call
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E-X-P the motha fuckin' grave digga Wig splitta
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Holla holla holla fuck ya figure
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Whatz ya pleasure, I like pain
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Pain's my game, I'm insane
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Call me deranged, it's all the same
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Watch ya body burn, from the flame
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Smell the smoke
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Runnin' from the madness
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Nigga's ain't shit 'cause they all wish they had this
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Nack for a insanity, still you wanna battle me
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I'll bag your body up and leave you burried in an alley, g
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Fuck this fantasy trip bullshit
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I'm 'bout to get loose up in that ass, bitch
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House of krazees, three deap for punk hoes the blood flows
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Straight out ya bitch noose
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Takin' no shorts, in nine trè
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So check me, tossin' up threats see
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So punk, respect me
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Loungin' and maxin', chillin' with an accent
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Nigga's really wonder where a nigga be relaxin'
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Sixteen back, My last one was off by attack, son
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It's the new hit, Whatz ya pleasure
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Man, you want some
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Take a taste, sample this quick If you will
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Do it, this shit is so potent
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I'll drive your brain through your noose
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You knew it, know when to say when
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Some say that they don't like my spit
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From my lyrics are taggin' ears like a pussy, bitch
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My pleasure's yo pleasure, pleasure pain or gain
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Pleasure in my brain and so is the strange
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Sucka slang, Bodies I creep, shh
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I gotta get em, gotta get em
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Sleep up under the bed so I can spin 'em, kill 'em
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My black boots, strapped to my double one inch
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I'll stomp yo' ass if you doubt this, trick
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Fuck this bullshit, I know you want what I got
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I know you want what I get
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Well let me split my wig, so you can take it, bitch
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Now ya dead 'cause the otha's want my spot
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Ya' fightin' off fiends, screams
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And Michael Myers on my jock
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Well well, look at ya shakin, now ya face is now fearin' me
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I get's too funky, just check the drum beat
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I'll slash ya monkey, I smell the crazy
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They're comin' to take me, and waste me E to the X P B to the I G dash the J,
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know's of the game we play
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Dirty lead tha way, never say ish can't play
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There's no ish, one way, go by the tape, bitch
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Alices and chains for beatin' tha predator
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Soul is the asylum, house of krazees is scarin' ya
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Brotha's livin' on death row life is really real like
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How do ya cope with tha reality's of fright night
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If thatz ya pleasure, if thatz ya pleasure
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If thatz ya pleasure then deal wit it
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Whatz Ya Pleasure (x6)
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Whatz Ya Pleasure
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