*featuring Fiend, Mr. Serv-On, La Chat
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[Serv-on]
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Boy,I think this the second time you done passed up this sign
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you goin'the wrong way main.
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[Fiend]
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Slow ya role, slow ya role,ya know what im saying?
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Look,we about to go I 255,(yeah) straight up to Memphis.(ya show)
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See what im saying, Paul said he gone meet us by Wal-Greens,
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we 'bout to go head on and break this bread, ya see what I'm saying?
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What you gone do?
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[Fiend]
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Bitch,you can picture the pain,I rip you in vain
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While the young soldiers whisper my name
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I'm dealing the caine,sippin' on crown, smokin' that Jane
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Open the brain,let that shit inject, you think that I'm playin'
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Don't make me get at your kin fo those that can't
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Either you die slow,ride slow, cause Fiend about to show
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How not only God knows, these niggas our hoes,my stock broke
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So we ain't trippin' puttin' knives to throats
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Buckin the clip at the 5and 0,allow smoke
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Dosha go straight to my lungs I see WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP
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In ya streets Chopper intro now peep this
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Got wit you F-I-E-N-D and THREE-6
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Talk it like I bring I feel you need this,deep shit
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Sleep wit them fishes, eat wit them bitches,it's all on you
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Like that lil nigga B.G. cd volume 2
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I throw hallows threw,what you use to swallow and chew,
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'bout what ya gone do?
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[Lord Infamous]
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Infamous I'm leavin brain dust
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I'll indanger you lamers like strangers
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I'm in this bitch, pimp stick, clothes hanger
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I'm out the frame, on a lame, like a Banger
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I either put you in a cross,or I pull the Moss
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I'm runnin threw so logs, tring to blow ya leg off
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I put some shit up in the line that'll blow ya mind
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It's like some Colt 45, does it every time,nigga get my rhymes
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[Chorus: Fiend]
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If I pull my pistol I'm a bust wit it
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Never see me holdin it and go fuss wit it
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You gone be a big pussy gettin fucked wit it
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Foever tucked wit it, cause you done got touched wit it
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[2x's]
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[Serv-on]
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Act like you know me when I say Im head thug on your block
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Hold ya breath when I spray paint my name on yo spot
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Tell your self you ain't scared when I run in your shit
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I ain't bout no games woady its your life or yo bitch
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Apollogize when I pass by bootin my grill
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3rd World I represent it Blood City fo real
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Foreget yo know me when I pistol whip you and yo click
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No limit riders, Tre 6, yall aint runnin like this
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[DJ Paul]
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Now whats the fuck the use of holdin a gun and playin wit you hoes
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I'm bout to shut down yo heart thats how the story goes
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These boys think cause we some CEO's, we must be some hoes
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Its consequences and reprecusions fuckin wit pros
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Thiese bitches hot cause its hypnotized and no limit
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We off the wham but only real niggas all up in it
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I tell you what Serv kill the head of yo click
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And I bet all them hoes quit talkin shit
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[Chorus 2x's]
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[Juicy J]
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I never ran up yo a trunk
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Blastin on a fuckin punk
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Toxicated, high, or drunk
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Try and grab the closest pump
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Never flodged on how I lived
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Fight a nigga over a bitch
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Playa Im just callin pimp
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Always keep a cigarette lit
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Never walked up in the club
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Dissin niggas wit a mug
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Always keep my owm sack
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Never wanted to hit your bud
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Independant on you hoes
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Makin more than selling dope
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If you wanna hate the click
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Nigga I make your body froze
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[Serv-on]
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Close yo eyes ?
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Mouth full its a south thang thuging like that
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You say you know Im in North Memphis pushin that drill
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Tearin clubs up in South Memphis and Smokey City
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Say your prayers when I lay that iron clean on yo chest
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Dont play no games boy, Im kinda wild wit that tech
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Pretend you death when I scream what city you clame
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Fuck around wit me I seperate your body from your name
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[La Chat]
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Lay down bitch,La Chat and I ain't playing no games
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bucking you hoes,my mado keep my distance from lames
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My 45 be on my side and I be ready to ride
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We catch you slipin you be missin have you barried alive
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My niggas downdown we got that anna that you bitches dont won't
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Step to me wrong Paul,Juicy,Pat,La Chat be strapped wit them pumps
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Now how you figure when you fuck up that we gone let you live
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We kil |