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Juju:
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Ayo , its ill when i'm heated how my heart stay cold
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write a rhyme that make the gats around the world explode
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now behold the burning malice of a treacherous soul
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first time I shot a gun duke , I was 12 years old
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But since then , I've never put it down my friend
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she go to war when I tell her
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fuck a who , why , when , til the end
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indeed its good to have and not need
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even better when you can shoot back and not bleed
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take heed , poppin like an El full of seed
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my team is gettin bigger , got more mouths to feed
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Shorty let me tell you bout my only vice
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it got to do with lots of money and it aint nothin nice
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it aint nothin nice
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Chorus: (2x)
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Ay , you believe in God?
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you do , tell him to save you
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cause me and these niggaz here
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we aint tryin to save you
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regardless of the fact that its close to home
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I gotta finish your life , so I can start my own
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my own nigga
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Psycho Les:
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Ayo , my audios guaranteed to lift the audience
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it was that time again
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so we gathered up 40 men
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40 ounces , trees burning , heads bouncin
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dollars is the mission
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sittin in the yoga position
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isolate my mind from your bitchin
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pulp fiction
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lose you in the mix in
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lets get this poppin , lock down the top 10
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knockin pretty boy cats on they ass each time we drop kid
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yeah , you know how we comin
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raw grooves with the funky drum drummin
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and when my song goes off
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you'll still be hummin
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noddin your head , or singin my chorus
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the after midnight feen
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the 4 in the morning blunt feen
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peelin dutches
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fill em in like taco shells
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willing judges
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wheeling jake with half a cake in my coat
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pointin gats like remotes
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at cats with federal notes
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tossin bodies off boats
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chorus (2x)
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our own nigga , our own
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Do You Believe
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The Beatnuts |