(Lord Infamous)
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You got thugs on ya spot,
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Fresh out the box,
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The crowd so live,
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They comin' in flocks
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(All)
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Cuz, it's big business, it big business bitch
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It's big business, it big business bitch (X2)
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(Lord Infamous)
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As I cut, guts poor
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Blood washes from the shore
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To da sand, as a thousand veins,
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Center through my hand,
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Can I whip, stand a man
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From the underland of pain
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As his brains, hit the grains
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And I bury the remains, from my face
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Pissin through a bitches ???,
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Infamous bring out the sack of the serial killas
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Triple six murderers
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Now leave it enough, whenever you come
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They be ready to cook, now rev up the hood
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And these niggas could to be these Infamous could
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And the Mafia villains would fuck up a rookie
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Drop him to his knees wit a N-I-N-E slugs, get done
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And bloody up your mug
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Because we really love to make a stand
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It's the high capitol make me touch a man
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I got the scope, and not the kind that kills bad
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breath
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I got the kind that like to fuck up ya good health
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Everybody in this bitch lets tear some shit up
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Tear da club up thugs
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On ya spot, put'm up
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(Repeat chorus 2x)
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(D. J. Paul)
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I kill, kill, kill
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I murder, murder, murder
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Hater's in my face,
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Watch a nigga hurta
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40, 40, cal,
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I pull out my back pocket
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I grab you by your neck,
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I pull it out a socket
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Range, Range, Range,
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Rover, Rover, Rover,
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Bogus fuckin' tags,
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Police pull me over
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But I blast on these hoes
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Cause I'm too fuckin dangerous
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Prophet the Posse,
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I doubt you hoes could hang wit us
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Killin all you nigga's is a easy task
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You fools that last,
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I bullet proof a mazz on dat ass, I dash
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To yo muthafuckin crib,
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Soon as I find out where you live
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Flashlights see yo face
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Mario a murder case
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Roamin through the muthafuckin Black Haven area
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Prophet is my Posse, I doubt you see something scarer
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Plenty talk shit, but they ain't nothing but
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characters
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$100,000 cars now how you gon laugh at us
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(Repeat chorus 2x)
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(Juicy J)
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First I wanna grab a nigga by his neck,
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Drag him to my fuckin set,
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Take a nigga blow, and his cheese, and dem cigarettes
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Put the gun up to his nose
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Tie him up from head to toe
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Strap his body in a bag
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Throw him in a fire
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Call my nigga's Dee and Blue
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Project Pat, ya'll know what to do
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Creep through dem streets,
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Wit dem thangs, blast on any fools
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Tear da club up thugs, in this muthafucker runnin'
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shit
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If you want to playa hate the click,
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Then your done with
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Know'n we ain't going bitch
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Makin' fakers dig a ditch
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Scare familys in the night
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Make'm pull the panic switch
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Comin like Titanic trick
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Holycaust wit a grip
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Crazyndalazdaz I'm bout to have a fuckin fit
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Hold me back don't let me go
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I'm high as hell and on the road
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Nigga I break off in ya house,
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And boot yo baby wit a pole
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Lunatic superstitious, on the corner like I'm pimpin
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If I see ya on the block, I'm fuckin,
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Fuckin wit the quickness
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(Lord Infamous)
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You got the thugs on ya spot
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Big Business
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| Tear Da Club Up Thugs |
