(Lynch):
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The only one who ever saw my face, I must erase, had to get filthy dirty
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Left him in his driveway soaking wet, hope nobody heard me
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I'm out that muthafucka with about 4 pounds of that Shamrock
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Zip lock, body bag, toe tag, wet T-shirt, black mask
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In and out fast, murderous, vast vigorous
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Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
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and I do it to get my dick wet
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Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my momma's partner
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So I've been in pussy since I could start nuttin'
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I'm off that Cloraseptic and that Robatussin
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Had a appetite for the wrong nigga, said he was real meat but I knew he wasn't
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Had me dumpin' out the back of Cadillac's on Walter
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Got a stinky smell to him, can't even hug my momma
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I'm so sick I can't sleep at night, might swallow my tongue
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Get all the gas deposits out the closet, let the water run
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Get the flame thrower, lighter fluid, paper plates, cuz we barbacuin'
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In a funky situation that's how we do it
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Chorus:
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Situation, baby it seems I'm in a situation again
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I fuckin' realize it's a situation of sin
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Sometimes I just wanna stop tryin'
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Why must this shit always involve dying?
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(E-40):
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Runnin' shit like Sosza, Big Bank Hank
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Smebbin' in a high performance zooped up Nova, pushin' crank
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Callin' shots on my gossipper, faulty chip
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1-800 locker number, on the left side of my hip
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Neighborhood watch better watch that ass
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I'm a paperboy and I collects that cash
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One more muthafuckin' complaint and your ass ain't gon' last
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On a block where I clock cash so fast
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This is a stick up, nigga, don't even try it
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If you go as far as to blink an eye, muthafucka you gon' die
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Pressure I apply, no lie, I got just finished doin' 10
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For what? For killin' my best friend
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And I'll murder again if I'm forced, then I must
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After the first time the second time was a rush
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What about the third time? The third time felt like sex
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What kind of guns did you use? Choppers, Uzis, Teks
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Whatever one works best
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I'll make a mess upon shooting flesh, 'bout 15 holes in his chest
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Vandalism, taggin' all muthafuckas names on the wall
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Scandalism, dyin' over all kinds of senseless shit that's small
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Auto theft, stealin' cars for fun
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Snatchin' purses cuz I'm young and dumb
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If you a tourist check yo' map, don't make the wrong turn
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Might end up in the hood where you gon' be learnin'
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CHORUS
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(First Degree):
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Rock it, don't stop it, rock it, don't stop
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I got this dirty yemp distributin' my womp
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But if it was up to her, fool we'd be fuckin' like beavers
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But I'm an over achiever around these heaters
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I don't need a bitch, society done fucked up and cheated that bitch
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Now she lookin' for a nigga like me to feed her and shit
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Dumb bitch better quit, that muthafucka First Degree keep a leash on his dick
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Take notes, sit by the poor folks, I tell you 'bout my strokes
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But I done been gave that up, ain't healthy no more
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Cuz a this yappin' and feelin', she strapped with the homies
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And her weak mind got all of Sacramento in a bind
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Lizzy Ann must die, the situation just ain't right
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Cuz she got to bumpin' her gums like her momma, so I called her
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I said I got mines, get off your ass and raise your daughter
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(Twamp Dog):
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Peniles at my door, three in the front, nigga, four through the back
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Talkin' bout takin' me down to the Sac town county jail,
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strapped up cuz I did a jack
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Armed and dangerous, waited 6 months to come and get me
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Knowin' I'm into straps, cuz every time I get caught one was sittin' with me
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2 time before this, now add one more to the program quick
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Shackled down, now I'm on a mission to a one man cell with the quickness
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Think about the work that I did that night and what went wrong,
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to get a rider caught
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30G bail cost to get me off, fightin' on the street, fuckin' watched
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Every 2 weeks another court date, thinkin' I can win, that's no lie
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Kept on goin' on for some months, lookin' the judge right in the eyes
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Feelin' his anger,
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watched fools before me do petty crimes and he's givin' 'em time
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Bein' a bitch about muggin' on me, nigga talkin' shit to me, he |