I guess this is 6 out of 6 muthafuckers
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[Chorus]
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Tell me how do you want it, the knife or the razor
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You running, I'm coming to get you boy
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You can hide if you want but nothing can save ya
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Times running out, I'ma get ya boy
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[Verse 1]
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I threw a b-boy style, bullet wound in my smile
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That beef I cook it, niggas I gets down
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Call it what you want, the clip, the ladder, banana
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I bet when I squeeze it, niggas scatter
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The hoes, that's a whole different story
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Find out the baby ain't mine, right there on Maury
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Me I make the whip fishtail, trunk full of fishscale
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Raw market itself, sucka the shit sell
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That's 36 o's of love, give me kiss, give me love
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Get to talking in codes, the phones bugged
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This Ferrari I get to the green, half man, hald machine
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(Tu, tu, tu) I'm on ya head with the beam
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So focused ferocious, I shoot ya pretty ass out them Gucci loafers
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You're fucking with the wrong one
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The strong one that God gave the gift
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Stop the hater shit, you wanna make it
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Why would you be mad I dun made it bitch
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[Chorus]
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Tell me how do you want it, the knife or the razor
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You running, I'm coming to get you boy
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You can hide if you want but nothing can save ya
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Times running out, I'ma get ya boy
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[Freeway]
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Get get gully, g-g-get gully
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Get get gully, g-g-get gully
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We get gully and we get money
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Them schemin' ass chicks can't get shit from me
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[Verse 2]
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Rain drops from heaven ? cryin'
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It's raining outside, envision my gun firin'
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Red and white flashes, the police coming
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nigga you ain't hittin' none, why the fuck are you running
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I make your momma wish your ass was a stillborn
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When that eagle get to chirping on the front lawn
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Where's teh love, I don't know but here's the snub
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Sucker barrel swallow the slug, die like a thug
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You know it's really not worth it
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To fuck with me, you'd rather tongue kiss the serpent
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Don't cry we all die
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It's just a matter of time
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nigga one shot from the nine will shatter your spine
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Uh, the last of my breed, criminal tendancies inside of an emcee
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fuck around I will line you
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Run from me, I will find you
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Forgot I'm nice, I will remind you
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[Chorus]
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[50 Cent]
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One, two, fifty coming for you
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Three, four, better lock ya door
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Five, six, grab ya crucifix
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Seven, eight, don't stay up late
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The monsters back
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Yeah, I need a target
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So I can smash their head
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I'm nice!
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6 Out Of 6 (Get Gully)
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| 50 Cent |
