..."What the fuck are you lookin' at!?"
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(Chorus)
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Which one of ya’ll wanna get etched out in chalk
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Better watch how you talk when you talk the talk
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Better watch how you grip when representing your shit
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You ain’t seeing none of my clique
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That’s for life bitch
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And that’s for life bitch!
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(And that's for life bitch)
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And that's for life bitch!
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(And that'd for life bitch)
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Better watch how you grip when representing your shit
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You ain’t seeing none of my clique
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That’s for life bitch
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(Blaze)
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So know I show up with a shotgun, enough shells to blow holes in err'thing
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Bloody up the walls, the windows, and the curtains
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I’m for certain, this sucker right here
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Gonna die like a bitch motherfucka right here
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Get that ass chalked up, I’ma trace you
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Pull out the twelve gauge pencil, and erase you
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It takes two to tango, so I brought four
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And in the glove box, shotgun shells galore
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I came for war, and leaving with a piece of your head
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So I can look at it, when thinking about that shit that you said
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(Chorus)
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Which one of ya’ll wanna get etched out in chalk
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Better watch how you talk when you talk the talk
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Better watch how you grip when representing your shit
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You ain’t seeing none of my clique
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That’s for life bitch
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And that’s for life bitch!
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(And that's for life bitch)
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And that's for life bitch!
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(And that'd for life bitch)
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Better watch how you grip when representing your shit
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You ain’t seeing none of my clique
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That’s for life bitch
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I might send you where the bitch motherfuckas, go when they die
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Fresh out the belt line, with the chrome 4-5
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Better get to an exit, that vest ain’t going help
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Dump the whole clip, make sure my presence is felt
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Drive-by! and I ain’t got to be in the car
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I do a drive-by, on a Haro wit no handlebars
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I do a walk-by, blasting at you out of the blue
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And what a bitch motherfucka like you gonna do?
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(Chorus)
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Which one of ya’ll wanna get etched out in chalk
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Better watch how you talk when you talk the talk
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Better watch how you grip when representing your shit
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You ain’t seeing none of my clique
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That’s for life bitch
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And that’s for life bitch!
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(And that's for life bitch)
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And that's for life bitch!
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(And that'd for life bitch)
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Better watch how you grip when representing your shit
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You ain’t seeing none of my clique
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That’s for life bitch
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Now if I unload the heater, I’ma reload the heater
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And make sure to splatter blood on your khakis and wife beater
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Ya’ll bitches ain’t leavin' alive
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When you cross me, you cross the chalk line
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Now prepare to die
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People is bleeding, bitches is screaming
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Suckers running into cars, and driving away speeding
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I’m in the backpocket looking for chalk to trace
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The ones who can’t walk dead, are trying to crawl away
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(Chorus)
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Which one of ya’ll wanna get etched out in chalk
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Better watch how you talk when you talk the talk
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Better watch how you grip when representing your shit
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You ain’t seeing none of my clique
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That’s for life bitch
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And that’s for life bitch!
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(And that's for life bitch)
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And that's for life bitch!
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(And that'd for life bitch)
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Better watch how you grip when representing your shit
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You ain’t seeing none of my clique
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That’s for life bitch
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Etched Out
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| Blaze Ya Dead Homie |
