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Psycho Les:
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Step in my pride again balloons you're swallowin'
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Importin' it transportin' it
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Through metal detectors no one's followin'
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Coast is clear from the east coast to South America, MEDELLIN
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Known for doin dirt but my tracks clean
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As I whistle you get hit by a missle
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While you're eatin' dinner tryin' to reach for your pistol
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You's a beginner, at this
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You need practice
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My label put doe on the table
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For me to whack kids
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I whack 'em body bag 'em trunk 'em
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Daily routine my product bring new fiends
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From new areas my tunes start spreadin' like bacterias
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Yo fuck rubber glovin' it my peeps is lovin' it
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Niggas is tapin' it uh dubbin' it
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I give it to you raw out the speaker
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While you indoors like a fuckin' house keeper
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Dustin' I be outdoors hustlin'
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Track gamblin' scrabbalin' my doses like eggs
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Niggas don't pay (what you do?) I brake legs
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Snap necks shoot off techs do like the IRS
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And reposes your fuckin' Lex
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talking:
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Yo where the fuck my car? (Ah man you don't understand)
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What?! (T.N.T. rolled up) What? Aahhh I'm out.
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JuJu:
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Undoubtedly techniques shine through let it be known
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Mics torchin' MC's who intersect my zone
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It's the beer drinkin' cuban linkin' money thinker
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Lethal joy ride homicide body sticker
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Muder when I slip into hysteria mode
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As I rise to terrorize every area code
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Junkyard like a crook in the night
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I want mines I take mines dressed in black holdin' the mic
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Now give me my loot and no stories
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Excuses just bore me so nigga don't try to reassure me
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Here's the plan you need to have my money on hand
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If you don't then you gon die where you stand
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Surprise I'm never lettin' shit slide by
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Nigga either you gon come correct or you die
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So if you owe me money better find that shit
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Cause nigga will die quick behind that shit
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Hook:
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If you owe me money better find that shit
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Cause niggas will die quick behind that shit
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JuJu:
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It's the hard little pistol packin'
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Money stackin' super down low never know
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Honey mackin'
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Scared, never catchin' cases yo whatever
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Cleverly we keepin' the block sewn together
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React like a cat always elude danger
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Cause I ain't never sold no drugs to no stranger
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The rearranger of beats and baselines
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It's hardcore keepin' it raw e'ry time
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Psycho Les:
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NYPD lookin' for me knockin' at 1G
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Nobody home ask my neighbor nobody know
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Where I'm at where I be what I'm doin'
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How I'm livin' limo drivin' women screwin'
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Up my stack comin' short I ain't havin' it
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See that fat link on your neck? I'm grabbin' it
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The clocks tickin' and I'm a time that shit
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You got 24 hours to find that shit
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If you owe money better find that shit
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Cause bitches is dyin' TOO behind that shit
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Hook
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Find That
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The Beatnuts |