[DJ Paul talking with gunshots in background]
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Yeah, run bitch. Run hoe! Ya nice motherfuckas!
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Y'all jealous ass bitches!
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You know what I'ma call y'all? Some Jello niggas.
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Cuz y'all jealous of us, bitch.
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Every motherfucker in our camp ridin clean, nigga.
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Y'all know the motherfuckin score.
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And this one right here is dedicated to you [censor beep].
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It's dedicated to you, nigga.
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[Chorus: DJ Paul x1]
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They wanna dress like
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Wanna sound like
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Wanna be like
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Ride like
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Get high like
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Make cheese like
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The motherfuckin Three 6, bitch you got a problem wit em?
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The motherfuckin Three 6, hoe you got a problem wit em?
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[Lord Infamous]
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I'm from the part of Tennessee called SPV, Spray Pesty Varments
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Catch ya busta boy, I beat em; blow em up outta his dorments
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Punk ass niggas be tryin ta stick a light up under me, like some ornaments
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Don't make me grab the case that's fulla the weapons and hand ya ?the bombing?
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Bitch ya killin me, besta be eatin some porridge, you got some courage
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Punk motherfucker don't make me go get that there uzi up under the storage
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Bitches, bloody Satan waiting ?
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Armageddon soldiers comin to ?
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[Crunchy Black]
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You trying to be like me, you can't be like me
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It's hard ta be me, like them stunts on TV, g
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You see me, hustlin, workin my muscle-in
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Puttin my 2 cents where it can be trusted-n
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You musta been a silly fool
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Thinkin you could wear my shoes, damn fool
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I walked a mile, I hauked em down
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I understand now, why everybody don't wanna frown
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[Chorus x2]
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[DJ Paul]
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1 thousand: Your kid kidnapped and fucked in the mouth
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2 G's: Wife never seen again, but nothin to brag about
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3 thousand: Car blown up, house burnt to the ground
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4 G's: Run up in ya weak ass show, lettin off rounds
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5 thousand: Best friend found naked and decapitated
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6 G's: Yo broke ass barried alive cuz yo ass hated
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7 G's: He ain't even workin, I kill a nigga myself, dead
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Catch em in tha haven put somethin hot up in his head
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[Juicy J]
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I'm real from the junt (junt)
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Never was a punk (punk)
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North Memphis bound bitch, buck ass hell and crunk (crunk)
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You might catch me deep (deep)
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On your fuckin street (street)
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Buckin wit the tech-9, sweep you off yo feet (feet)
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Drankin on that liquour (liquor)
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Chillin wit my niggas (niggas)
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Hangin on the corner, wit a fuckin rusty pistol (pistol)
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Step up to me hoe (hoe)
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When you on that blow (blow)
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I'ma (gunshots: pop pop pop, pop) till you hit tha flo (flo)
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[Chorus x2]
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[Koopsta Knicca]
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Ahhhhh!
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Please don't test the wrist or steel this
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Waitin for she tell, pop, every style mystic
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Pimp shit, hits never miss those red
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Settin you a miss, when I spray the AK
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Plus I flex-a hella gay, will you catch a boy?
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Ever since a boy, always had black toy
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So we ain't goin out, no punk, I'm knockin out y'all
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Dead body, froze, ?hard puss in my jaw?
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[Gangsta Boo]
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Well all them hoes that used to be down with me
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I signed a deal, made some money, now you bitches downin me?
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Bitches tryin ta blast at me,
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or am I dreamin the motherfuckers be after me?
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Why you tryin ta be like me? You labelled as a wanna-be.
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You ghetto hoes, you need to read up on this Gangsta Boo
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Cuz you might find a tip, bitch, that can help you.
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I'm a down chick
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Niggas be wantin ta crown chick
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Stay around chick
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Whenever, however, it's goin down, bitch.
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[Chorus x2]
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Jus Like Us
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| Three 6 Mafia |
