[Lynch:]
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Now I'm the type of nigga that'll leave a horse head in ya bed
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Sleep with ya wife, then commence to knifin'
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Get away clean with the scheme glock 17 in my lap
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As I creep away in the black Cadillac
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Cuz you know I got shit to do
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Fake ID, cuz I been murderin' muthafuckas like HIV
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As I creep real slow through your blood vessels
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Five weeks later, nigga, God bless you
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Now I'm stressed with the Smith & Wess
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My music career ain't been the best
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Bound to have my momma wearin' a tight dress
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Bitch make my money right
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Or get ya throat slit an drug in the bushes as ya inside gushes
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Then I'm smashin' through the night, Mozzaradi with Cauz
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He hittin' corners hella tight
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Nigga you know I'm right
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My momma taught me, nigga don't give a fuck
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And when I die, crumble me in a joint and smoke me up
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That's what said
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[Loki:]
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I'm high up off the hocus poucus
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My diagnosis is a murderous psychosis, and muthafuckas know this
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I'm quick to pull the pin up out the grenade
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And hand you the pineapple and say here muthafucka, hold this
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Loki and the murder show, the sequence begins with freaks in the mo-mo
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We seein' alibi's provided, we frequent, and now my niggas ridin'
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Slip clips in the pen, and do that shit, smoke the buddah shit
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See when they say siccmade, whispers in your ear, the taste is bitter
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Blowin' muthafuckas into smithers
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Triple X liquor, with nuthin' but curse in our verses
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Obscene, unfit for major mainstream magazines
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Lace you up in kerosene and see that ass ignited
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I mean we got the V-8 for your gangsta lean
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I seen war machines and street marines
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Dirty nina's in the hands of ghetto fiends
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I'm caught between the hard life and ghetto dreams
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I got schemes with black berets and get away like O.J., clean
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The ripgut, he got the cannibalistic QZ, and the illegitimate got another 16
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You see the front page news only show the inmates, and not the cage
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While elections play with the public's rage
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Fuck those who criticize, let 'em lead their lives through the shit we done
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And then say that we ain't right
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That's what I said
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[Lynch:]
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Black pits in the backyard, I don't feed 'em
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Hafta buy a pit a week cuz gone eatin'
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Off that Mad Dog 20/20 I'm bout to take my money
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Ski mask, gotta manage, better take advantage
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Understand this, radiation and mushroom blast
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It's almost 20G, I gotta plot my shit and get my cash
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D-Dub around the corner in the Impala
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Zigg Zagg in the trash can with the auto mag last time I saw her
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Beta, stand look out by the liquor store
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Loki, you hear some movement, nigga you know, do that hoe
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Time's murder so I'm time plottin'
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Creep with a hand cannon, takin' out every nigga banstandin'
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Cuz I'm aggressive like a wolverine
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Beta done caught that ass and got the gasoline
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Hot out your worstest dream
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Then it all adds up to sittin' in Hawaii
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with a AK on my lap off that puffy stuff
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That's what I said
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Thatz What I Said
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Brotha Lynch Hung |