feat. Tear Da Club Up Thugs, T-Rock
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[Intro: DJ Paul]
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Yeah
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HC mutha fuckin P nigga
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Hypnotized mutha fuckin Mindz bitch
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For you mutha fuckin rinky dink records up out there
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Ya'll know who ya'll is, there's a bunch of you mutha fucka's
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DJ Paul and Juicy J wannabe ass niggas
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T-Rock rock that shit fo these cant be us bitches
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[Verse 1: T-Rock]
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My house of representitives, be A town assassins
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Down to cause a riot in any shape form or fashion
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Run up in your grill, with intentions to be blastin'
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I want all dem presidential figures you was flashin'
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We some alcoholic niggas, we cause depression'
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A-tech in this mobb, niggas mashin' for cashin'
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Amazed what we see the crooked police harassin'
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All because we makin' cheddar other clicks are lackin'
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Down for the cause, when you haters wanna brawl
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Got my back against the wall, Hypnotized Camp I call
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We some trill figgas', drug deal niggas, makin' skrill quicker
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Livin' in the world where it's hard not to kill niggas
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Enemies is insane, lost they whole entire brain
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Sacraficein' every chick that they can make, because of fame
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I'ma gleam till I'm gone, like I'm ridin on the chrome
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Shakin' all the playa haters, soking knowledge in my dome
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[Chrous: DJ Paul] x2
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Little Ass Boy You Gone Hear This And Feel Me Smilien In My Face But Chu
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Really Wanna Kill Me
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Any one of you niggas' wanna get some i got some
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Any one of you niggas' wanna get some i got some
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Little Ass Boy You Gone Hear This And Feel Me Smilien In My Face But Chu
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Really Wanna Kill Me
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Any one of you niggas' wanna get some i got some
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Any one of you niggas' wanna get some i got some
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[DJ Paul]
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Ohhwee it's gettin' hot up in here
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You mutha fucka's learned some technique yet nigga
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I start this shit...changed the beat up
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[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
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Get back from me nigga here come lord your fuckin' nemesis
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Back on your premisices, remember where I left on bitch
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You hoes can't take me, you can't fake me
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you can't make me, you can't break me,
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Always shady, and I leave yo weakass (?)
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I got no fears and no pain in my veins mane
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I been insane come n play in the black rain
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You wanna step up to the mane, well put yourself in danger
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I'm like the ranger from the west and im possessed with anger
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I hear the rumors from consumers and this shit is funny
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The niggas talkin' shit, it's niggas who ain't got no money
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They mad cuz i fuck a grip they askin never get
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They mad cuz i stick to a bitch they askin never stick
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They mad cuz i spit this gangsta shit they never spit
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So walk the plank and feel the shank n drown in fuckin' piss
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Trick yo' gossip, your like fossets so I let you leak
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Lord is elitein' now I beat you like a hoe get beat
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[Chorus] x1
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[Verse 3: Juicy J]
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Mane you bitches got problems, let it be known hoe
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This forty gone solve 'em, when it be one who
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Fucking round wit grown men
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That Hypnotized Camp
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HCP we got that pump, cut up your fuckin' neck
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Mane I'm glad these niggas gone they fucked up our Posse Songs
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Now I'm smilin in an (?) ridin on chrome
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Singin'...No new niggas in our click we thick, we rich, we glist, we been
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down for years
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[Verse 4: DJ Paul]
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I done been up on your corner, I done smoked up all they weed
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I done hung out with your killas, I done corner them for there g's
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Niggas talkin' bout yo ass, say you ain't nuthin but a bitch
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Say you always claimin killa, but for real you suckin' dick
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Yeah it's funny how it is to see a nigga in a thong
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Get them glocks with the pop, you gone break yo ass and run
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I ain't fuckin' wit yo kind and I ain't got no point to prove
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Let yo next move be a mutha fuckin best move..bitch
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[Chorus] x1
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Wona Get Some, I Got Some
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