I'm a pimp tight, nigga riding clean after midnight,
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Ready for the gun play, prepared for a fistfight,
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Run up on your bitch and ask her what that pussy hit like?
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At first she actin' funny, but in a minute I knew she'd get right,
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Get down, got her fuckin' with another bitch now,
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I'm king of all that I survey, remember this tip town,
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And you ain't ready pussy nigga better set it down,
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We mag night and rock steady nigga spitting rounds,
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Turn your stomach to spaghetti when you hit the ground,
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Toss the choppas in the Chevy now we mashing down,
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Campbellton, countin' all your Benjamins and Hamiltons,
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As far as I'm concerned you're just a job for the janitors,
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Don't disregard I'm a guard you're an amateur,
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Hidin' behind your body guards and your manager,
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I pimp hard through all the pages in the calender,
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Bitch is Pimp Squad, it's all action no cameras,
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You know what it is, you know what it is,
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You know what it is, you know what is is,
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Shawty we bury niggas, shawty we bury niggas,
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Shawty we bury niggas, shawty we bury niggas, ... the undertaker
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You know what it is, you know what it is,
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You know what it is, you know what is is,
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Shawty we bury niggas, shawty we bury niggas,
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Shawty we bury niggas, shawty we bury niggas, ... the undertaker
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Yo, standing on the trap with me, mashin' me is best for me
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1000 round magazine, my partner say no attackin' me
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I'm A to the average B, respiratory ??, fruit Chevy, H-IC, my lyrics hit like HIV
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Spray by me, state patrol, murder comes like day to me,
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Bullets chip your lip and dirty all your hip's
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Shout out to your homies where they're feeding um through they IV,
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From the westside where they say I be,
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The way I be, the ruler of all I survey I be,
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Laid back, Yay's back, Triple Kiwi Maybach,
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Weed match the Benz, Cush triple kiwi'd 80 pack,
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Old school baby crack, I'm tryin' to bring the 80's back,
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Haitians give me hated crack, cause my momma hated crack,
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Til' we got evicted and I came through with them eighty sacks,
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Player back, we rhyme we I live, I'm a zone 3 hustler niggas know what it is,
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May we all bow our heads, and pray for this nigga,
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The undertakers coming any day for this nigga,
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They hate um' in the hood, from the dreams he been sellin',
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I read the paperwork and it seems you was tellin',
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You know what it is, and you know who I'm talkin' about,
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When the feds came, I didn't open up my mouth,
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What you scared for ?, niggas know you've been a hoe,
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It was like homie, shit was all good just a week ago,
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Get the goons ready start up your vehicle,
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And shoot at any fuckin' car you ain't seen before,
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Pick up the shells, and we use an automatic,
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They gave 50 years to my nigga little' Travis,
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See I'm moving trap, and let um trip over the wires,
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And then he'll be layin', right by the preacher and the choir,
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Catch um before I do, T.I. go and handle your biz,
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When you see me holler at me homie you know what it is ...
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Undertaker
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| T.I. |
