[Fatal]
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1 - (Oh no) When at the club, when at the club
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When at the club, we get so bumped
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We try to tear up some shit
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(Oh no) When at the club, when at the club
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When at the club, we get so bumped
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We try to tear up some shit
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(Oh no) When at the club, when at the club
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When at the club, we get so bumped
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We try to tear up some shit
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(Oh no) When at the club, when at the club
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When at the club, we get so bumped
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We try to tear up some shit
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[Gangsta Boo]
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Oh no, you can't
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Misses Gangsta Boo comin' atcha
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Wit niggas guaranteed to wet your fuckin coochies, watered up
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We be the roughest, my team be the buckest, my team be the quickest
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Makin' you say "What the fuck was it?!
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Who that be? Where she at? We besta get her, yo!"
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Triple 6, Gangsta Boo, why don't you come & get me ho?!
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Bet y'all niggas on the payroll, ready to swat you baby
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Slice & dice your ass like some fruit wit a chrome machetti
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I hope you ready to see Freddy in your fuckin' dreams
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Make believe shit come true, know what I mean nigga?
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I'm outta control like a fucked up roller coaster ride
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Let me get high, thought you mothafuckas died (nigga)
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I be the mindless, shoot bitches, when I flow
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I don't give a fuck 'cause ya hatin'
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What the fuck for?
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You do not pay me
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Neither do you break me
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Hypnotize comin' for real
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We paper chasin'
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Repeat 1
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[Fatal]
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(Oh no) I'm sick & tired of playin' wit these fuckin' hoes
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All my life I seen friends turned another fuckin' foes
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If a nigga out to sea, what the fuck you get back?
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A group of niggas sellin' ?dolo? 'caine
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Talkin' 'bout how you back
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I make the bullets that ? like...
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Don't believe me? Test me Jack
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*brrap, brrrrap brrap brap*
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You better be nimble, you better be quick
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When this fuckin' forty click
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It's gonna be cold in your partna's house
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Wit hoes in your doors bitch
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Ain't a killa, ain't a nigga, by the scrilla
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But a hustla, I'm by the struggle
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Keepin' the trouble, kickin' doors
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Guns to brang
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Slangin' 'caine
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In the snow, or in the rain
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I'm gon' maintain
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In the street, or on the strip
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I'm makin' grips
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Shakin' dice
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The cheese, I flip
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I pimp a bitch
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Runnin' combs, on cellular phones
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I'm in your home
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Put them toes, up in your face
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So now it's on
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Repeat 1
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Ha, I got ?? flicks
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Yes, on the C-B set cassette
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Make you deaf, ? ha, if you bitches wanna flex
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Catch a neck ? bent
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Like some missed up out your chest
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>From the ? chest
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Many bitches I been sexed
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By the Lord & this ?
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Rock a mic up off stage, if it's cordless
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Yes, love the gangsta way I test
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Take three thousand X
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I smoke the dope up in my Chevy
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Hit the head rest
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Kill 'em all, by the Three 6 multiplicity, no sympathy
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Namin' startin' from the C-B-Q
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Be from this infa-mee
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I rip it ?
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?Ya pretty styles & sympathies go mentally?
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Make a believer ??, put it on the show, they called it rippley
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So picture the
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Sucka who chuckles wit buckles will really catch the knuckles
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Cuz hoes will duct tape you with ? you ain't got the muscle
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I leave you stiffened on the curb, make ya head like ??
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You don't want no posse ???
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They don't want it
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Fatal put the pump to your stomach
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Hittin' you up wit shots
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Give you reasons to run with
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The dumbest, ain't nothin' these cats get game from
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It's the verbal verdict
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It's venom, I'm dissin' 'em by the hundreds
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Train gas, tryin' to seal you in the rep-tain gap
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Hussein foul
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Put it in that apple
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Shit, you playin' now?
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>From Memphis to your city
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My fo-fo pretty
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Lil' Gold from sheezy
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Put the ? to your kitty
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Fuck wit Hussein & thugs
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That's your brain on drugs
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I bring the pain wit slugs
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Don't get slain then plug
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You'll get popped off
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Block wit hot shots, and dropped off
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I spot y'all, when I popped mines off
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It's them outlaws in Three 6, y'all can't do shit with
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That slick shit, sheisty, nasty, new brick, mix shit
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I'm tellin' you, you my man, I'm holdin' back from shellin' you
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Screw my plans
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And I'mma be pourin' out liquor, smokin' |