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Title: Niggaz Get They Wig Split
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[Featuring C-Bo, Celly Cel]
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B-Legit:
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Bitch I got beam like Scotty
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Leave you spotty
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When I point this aim at your brain
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And leave them hollow thangs in your body
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Lodi-dodi I drinks Bacardi
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Gets dick hard drunk
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When I'm off that skunk punk
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And you don't wanna dance tingo tango
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I let my left right mingle mangle
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To your jaw southpaw
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It oughta be a law against these thangs I throw
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About to lay some shit down with Celly Cel and Bo
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From the Garden Blocc
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Hillside got they Glock
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Mack 10's
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Mobb shit'll neva end
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I'm tryin' to have it all
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So I ball 'till I'm gold
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Mobbin' through a sixty usin' cruise control
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C-Bo:
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I'm fuckin' wit that click nigga
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That big nigga on the block
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With Glocks, Rag Tops
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Cut thangs on them gold knocks
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Better watch your back 'cuz we strapped with teks
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Push up in a blue Lex'
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And dump caps to your neck
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Mobb shit
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Bustaz all die
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Leather trench
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Brim and two nines
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Costume of a killa
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At your bed side holdin' on two millas
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Uggh we bust them teks close range
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Livin' estranged
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Called insane
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'Cuz when it's on it's on site no matter night or day
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And you can't fuck wit these
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Get smothered with a half a key
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Bitch
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Celly Cel:
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Give me the ball and I'ma fill the lane like 'Fenney
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Hardaway 'cuz I'm out to get every penny
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Any nigga disrespectin' when I'm checkin' for my scrilla
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I know'm stilla wig splittin' killa ain't no realla
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Nigga realla than me
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Mobbin' through your hood and takin' heads
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Slumpin' hangin out the windows dumpin'
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And shakin' 'Feds
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So mind your own
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Cross the line and see how quick they gone
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Head blown decapitated caught slippin' in my zone
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Fuckin' with this Mobb shit
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Niggaz get they wig split
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C-Bo:
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Uggh it's the murder man posted at the front door
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And when they comes I dumps with both four-four's
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Letin' 'em have it 'cuz I'm static
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Dumpin the grass
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Killed his ass
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And then kneel down and get my last laugh
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Punk bitch shouldn't have tripped
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Now he lay dead in the ditch
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Ass ripped
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Suckin' on his own dick
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Money talk
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Bullshit walk
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Fool this ain't no sunshine
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Three killas
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One garden blocc, two hillside
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B-Legit:
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This shit's fucked and I am tag teamin' with the murder man
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And that'll hurt a man
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Niggaz doin' dirt and
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All you got to do is hop your ass in my 'Cut
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We'll be back tomorrow mornin'
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Cell, you comin' or what?
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I got this gut feelin'
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About to make the killin' for a livin'
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The contract said the nigga wore a wire tap
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And they want him dead
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A hundred G's for his head
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And leave a bloody glove down where that body bled
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Celly Cel:
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Red rum is what I'm hummin' as I hit the fence
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Homicide looked for prints but found no evidence
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Stuffed his head in the duffel bag and zipped it up
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Them ballas want to see his face before they break us off a cut
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There it is cashed him like some chips at Reno
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Slid us a briefcase full of crispy ass C-Notes
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Made the hit
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Got the scrilla
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Gone without a trace
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B behind the wheel
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And Bo Loc cuffed to the briefcase
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Yo' nigga Cell got the chopper 'case they on my trail
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If it's a tail then I'ma leave a 50 empty shells
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Pistol smokin'
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These niggaz know we ain't no jokin'
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Split up the tokens
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And I'm back in the hood loccin'
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Fuckin' with this Mobb shit
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Niggaz get they wig split
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B-Legit:
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Yeah, like a real hillside strangler, yola slanger, tryin to get a
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buck but if I'm fucked in the gas chamber.
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The autopsy red, them niggaz had some heat fo yo ass.
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And never leave your block without your glock, clip and mask.
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Haters hatin but its all game related and that's what we do bitch
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niggaz get they wig split
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