Molotov an' I'm offin' 'em in a coffin for the double crossin'
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We toss em off in tha mossy talkin' boss when he solvin' 'em
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We causin' problem after problem we got 'em
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Put them at the bottom in the sodom column we fraud 'em we shot 'em
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Is anybody listenin', I'm on a mission to dig his ditch 'n
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picture many christening with the pistol 'n poppin
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the second I'm 'bout to cock it, get ready for the rocket then it's off with his head
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He runninn off with the mouth then he dead
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Straight raw wit it, I'ma get saw wit it
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Rip a little snitch when he drippin' now bitch crawl in it
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tattle-tale and you got the whole hood shook
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tell the people we evil that the whole hood cook, that is no good look
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the penalty for the pussy that put us in penitentiaries, rolled, shook, whooped
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his motherfuckin' ass for givin' posed good crooks
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We put'em in a section where there was no good books
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Understandable why your body is flammable handle your famo with ammo nigga animaly cannibal
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Man oh man I'ma damage every stran' of botanicals with Barry Manilow playin' man my hand is mechanical
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stuck repeatedly heated me and serviced 'n cheated me
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so he bleeded immediately depleted me deity
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Creepy I'm feeling deeply when I'm speaking of sleeping the recently deceased peeps, he defeated so easily
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hush when you're rollin through KC-MO, better bust or they gonna lose they people
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Nigga killa city we hella for real and gritty itty bitty you shitty we let the stray heat go
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anybody trying get over can never see us
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put your money over your mouth or get beat up
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bloody murder we got it comin through your speakers
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tecca ninna with crooked I bustin niggas and we just
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