(Chorus 10x)
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Don't stand, don't stand so close to me
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[Lord Infamous]
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Runnin' to the beats, done pushed you off cause we like greedy
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When I'm shootin' pool, I blast... cuz I'm feisty
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Lord and here comes the two to the three and four
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Five six after seven
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Fucked up, snorted out, drunk, and them I'm blown
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But when we tear the club up
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You best believe you won't come out that hole
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Cool, when you hit the ones is gone, on the blow
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But mind you, you best die then fuck with my cocked 3 time
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[DJ Paul]
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Nigga, nigga, it's the Tear Da Club Up Thugs with the Gangsta Boo
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>From Three 6 Mafia, Mafia now what'cha you wanna do
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Gangsta party where the fuck
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Lucky Luchi set 'em up
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Put your goods in the bag
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A heavy boys get 'em up
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Fools all up in my face
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On some prepared to take my place
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Or be in my shoes
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Or find out it ain't that safe
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Up in the club we clean house like a renovator
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Bust 2 times in his mouth
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My glock can't see you later
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(Chorus 8x)
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[Juicy "J"]
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It's that nigga from the north
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Smokin' on a short Newport
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If you wanna get high with me
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Roll a blunt and light the torch (nigga)
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Strap it on my waste
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3-5-7 nigga play
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For you robbers who wanna rob
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And you haters out to hate
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Wave your guns up in the air
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And cock 'em back if it's a must
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If you don't give a fuck
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Pull the trigger and let it bust (fool)
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It's the Tear Da Club Up Thugs
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Buckin', blastin' in your club
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Never ever showin' love
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Just pullin' guns and poppin' slugs
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[Gangsta Boo]
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It's a two game table
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Ok ya heard it from Fatal
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But I'm not robbin' your cradle
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I'm gettin' closer to be your neighbor
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Unfadeable to any motherfucker who cross my path
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A wrath full of blood bath
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Take it with questions last
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I leave you wet
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Nigga, in a split second
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Waitin' for the next to run up with my bullet to ?
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Be on my chest the Smith and Wesson got you niggas just guessin'
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Will she leave a bloody mess with the family upsettin' (ugh)
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(Chorus 8x)
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[Gangsta Boo]
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The fuckin' message that I'm stressin' is I don't fuck around
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Cause on my side of town niggas beat the fuck outta clowns
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Don't say no more
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Open wide Roy, Leo's a lion
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Got you cryin' cause excitement over shit that I'm writin'
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I'm quick to take a bitch, nigga
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Take the nigga bitch
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Act scared, you done heard about the lady from the six
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What you do know won't hurt you in the long run
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What you do know that I keep 'em risin' like the sun, ask Crunchy Blac
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I'm a nigga know that's with me
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How this lady got you bitches faded oh so easily
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What you tryin' to be
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A little naughty nigga that you not
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Tryin' to get popped with the glock that I keep in stock
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I can't be playin' with bitches
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They can't be playin' with me
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Cause I don't play with all the motherfuckers kids, you see
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I try too hard to be the pimpin' lady that I am
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Pam Porter reporting you playa hatas
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With a plan of gettin' ya
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(Chorus to fade)
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Don't Stand So Close
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Gangsta Boo |