(Alisha Hill) - Hook
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Messing with my cru (2x)
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We will kill you (2x)
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You don't have a fucking clue (clue)
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What we came to do (2x)
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You don't have a fucking clue
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What we came to do (2x)
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(Akinyele)
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Ha I roll on your doo like bamboo
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Man listen
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Ak-nel stay in condition
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Like shampoo
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There aint a man who
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Can handle
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Once I back slap you
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Or clap you
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Bullets in your skin like a tatoo
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Now back to
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Reality
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You aint as bad as me
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I get down
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For my clan
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Till they call me your magesty
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Nigga fat as me
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Still fuck with strategy
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My dick stuck way up where her blatter be
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But that don't matter see
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I'll serve your ass like Andre Agassi
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Fuck tennis
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You dealing with a straight menace
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Wailing on your ass like Venice
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Well uh
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Got it sewn like a tailor
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Float like a sailor
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Truck like a trailor
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Scope with the (?)
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All the above I've done the like Austrailia
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Straight bailing you out
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One call from jail
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Aiming you out like Master P
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That's what we be a about
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I got ammunition
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For those dissing
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This aint R&B
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That;s why I'm skipping
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All that rip shit
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I land one
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With the hand gun
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You could go ask Charles
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And he'll tell you
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I'm the motherfucking man son
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My gun had bust many mans
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watch many mans
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Get swept off there feet like dust pans
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You get touched man
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Messing with us man
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Hook
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(Akinyele)
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Ha I'm untouchable like Elliot Ness
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My foot will lay you down to rest
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And bless you with that Russell Simmons saint
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And say thanks for coming out and God bless
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Bow fuck that bullet proof vest
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I got hollow pistol leave you with the bullet infested in the chest
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It's the Ak-nel
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You know I rock well
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I keep the gun point cocked like fucking barbells
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Who the hell
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Want to touck this veteran
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Murder is the medicine
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Fine I'll stop the peddaling
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Bullet in your brain
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Leave your head in pain
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On the ground you'll be laying
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Reaching for exceteran ceteran ceteran
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But fuck that headache
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You headed for a wake
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I through the gun in the lake
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So they don't see me upstate
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Now they don't have a clue and shit
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Around the way
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I see your name
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Written on the walls
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Like rest in peace in you and shit
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Your crew they aint doing shit
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Your mom's talking about the city had you suing it
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I got the name Michael inbreded on the mack 11
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they send punk niggas on the highway to heaven
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You want to see God hit you with about seven
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You want to see God hit you with about seven
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Like you shop in Pensylvania your blood straight redden
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Get it redden Pensylvania
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You want to shoot a fear one
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I might swing my hands like Macarena
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Hook 2x
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Messing With My Cru
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Akinyele |