You better pray
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When you see me put that nine up in that pussy, ho
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Cock it back slow
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Rock it back and forth, wait for the nut, then let my trigger go
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BOOM!
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Pussy-guts all over the room
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If you ain't seen it
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Then you're fiendin'
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For the meanin'
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Of that nina of doom
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2 inches in and, uh, 4 inches out
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You back that nigga that pack that gat
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And hit that indo-sack
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It's like that
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Cannabis seteva got me stuck on stump, fool
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All it take is a way, a fat green-bud blunt and a stunt
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Cause it's that nigga that work 'em nigga deep
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And block creep
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And witness murder, baby, kill a seed
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Once it'll make you vomit
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Guts in a mama's baby, nuts in a bottle, maybe it's common
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Biatches keep fuckin' and suckin' and keepin' it comin'
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With they drama. POP! It's baby killa season
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Put 6 in the clip, put it up that clit
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And watch them baby's brains
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Drip out that fetus
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Bleed, it's that nigga that kill 'em
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I'll fill 'em all full for that sicc reason
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Season of da siccness broodin', got me trippin' for no reason
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Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
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Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker
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Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh?
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Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!
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Now eat!
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As I creep, picture every human that I seek
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Slabs of human meat
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Cause my kids gotta eat
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I lives kinda deep, dark, up in tha cut
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Where niggas load nines, and barrel-fuck a slut
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Nigga, what? You ain't even seen me in my prime
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Eatin' baby brains, baby veins, baby spines
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I know they be cryin' when I'm cuttin' off the neck
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I'm peelin' off the skin for some bacon-fried croquettes
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Baby villain spine, that baby-killin' mind
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A fifth-pound of gin cause I know I'm doin' time
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So catch me now before I do my next crime
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My kids' gotta eat, somebody's baby's on the line, nigga
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Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
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Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker
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Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh?
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Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!
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Now eat!
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Get ready for the nigga shit
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That siccer-than-sicc gut ripgut
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Pick-a-vic-up, fuck 'em up with a couple of nine-milla slugs
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And put 'em on the ground. Murder toll. Buck buck!
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Slugs to the womb
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Guts all over the room
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That legion of doom
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That S to the I-C-X
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With a locc and a tech for the throat
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and a neck full of gunsmoke it up, locc
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One for the nigga who kills them infants and senses
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Then this time, I hit 'em with a nine-millimeter, meter
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Now let's pick up me freakin' up your skin
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Never knew nigga-meat cooked so thin!
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So I pack me a nine-milla gat
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And creep in the back of the 'Lac
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With a sack of the indo
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Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
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Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker
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Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you nigga
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Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!
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Now eat!
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That's right, once upon a time
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A nigga that hella sicc up in the skids
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With a lie for the snitch
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As a victim's stoned, sayin' "I'll be bones to the pussy clits"
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They're a baby ditch to the mastermind
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Nine-millimeter shells, they're blind!
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Devils made a pact to fuck with match-to-heat, it's one of a kind
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Low enough to the shit got hella deep that I had to patch it
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To a soul who had the heart to put his mama in a casket
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Who could it be?
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Or can he be
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Locked up in the county
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cause the bounty
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finally found a nigga like me?
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X-to-the-R-to-the-A-I-D-E-D
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L-O-C
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What's up, my nigga?
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Pull this trigger
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And take my muthafuckin' legacy
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But watch your back
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Niggas be claimin' that they sicc
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But really don't know which way to go when they be smokin' up with my lunatic
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Shiiiit, have you ever seen your mama's cock? (yeah!)
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Have you even seen a body drop? (yeah!)
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Have you even loaded up your glock?
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Well, I could gives a fuck cause even then, nigga, you not my nigga
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From that 24 Garden Block
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That's doin' time
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For shootin' shadows up in the dark
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And tryin' to bite before he bark
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And when his heart stops
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From the metal |