[Yukmouth:]
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Yuk that project nigga, I was forced to hustle
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I was forced to tussle drugs makin that coroner bubble,
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Nigga back and forth to court in trouble
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Cuffed by the task force in trouble
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I won a Porsche on the double,
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Pocket full of stones like Barney Rubble cursed by the devil
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Birds on the level of a kingpin smirk on the bezel
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I hit the hood inside my Esco-lade, make the ghetto say
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Yuk so ghetto wid his ghetto ways
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My ghetto pays, three and four bricks a day
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Pop Cris and play, the hardest representin' the Bay
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I fuck free puffin' trees inside me luxury way
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Y'all ain't tellin' me shit I'm tryna fuck celebrity chicks
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Yo rockin' a throwback seventy six, I got grand from eighty seven
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Ya bitch nigga always said I'd be rich
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The fans hit dead at the strip
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I still get executive chips
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Distribution deal executive shit
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Yuk and Lynch what's better than this
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Let the veterans spit
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Infra red in the clip deaden ya lip
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Ya bitch rappers better step shit up
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Call me Texas Yuk, fuck a van I rock the Lexus truck
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Wit the Smoke-A-Lot logo , uh oh
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Get ya coastal on a promo
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Yuk out of this world like Hans Solo
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Rap-A-Lot mafioso cop birds from Acopolco
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Real talk them not vocals
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Fuck the cops and po-pos, headlocks and choke holds
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They put me in again I pop the four-fours drop them homos
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And learn that the glock is no joke
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And learn that the Blocc is no joke
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Slang rocks and snort coke, we cook kis like gumbo pots
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We chop O-Z's to jumbo rocks, pay off Colombo cops
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Beef with me the fo' won't stop
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The gun expert let the tech burst the Spit Network
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[Hook:]
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It's the Spitz Network, the Spitz Network come on
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The Spitz Network, the Spitz Network come on
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The Spitz Network, the Spitz Network come on
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The Spitz Network, the Spitz Network come on
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The Spitz Network, the Spitz Network come on
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The Spitz Network, the Spitz Network come on
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The Spitz Network, the Spitz Network
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[Brotha Lynch:]
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call me the human gas nozzle, twenty four gallons a shell on you
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Then I bail on you, somethin' smell on you you tell homie
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I'm sicker than malt liquor wid the gin mix wid a fifth of brandy
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And I'm hard like Chinese trigonometry you niggas can't understand me
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When I, go to plan C and shift gears like a five point O
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get clear, I'ma let one go, everybody get on the floor
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I got that petrol, and my momma ain't around and I can't let go
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And I'm bound to run up in a high school butt naked and let the techs go
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Bound to give my otha two children and hit the retro
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Catch me on a summer night, bleedin' ya sector
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Eat 'em up like Hannible Lector leave blood on the walls
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meat in my jaws, heat in my claws bleed up the walls
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beat up your dog with these
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Teflons and I'm so tired of bein' stepped on
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And when I'm done with you niggas you'll be so tired of bein' crept on
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In blue with my nigga, Yukmouth he in all red
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I'll leave 'em all dead call me the hog head spit raw lead
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[Hook]
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[Cos:]
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You see I hops outta somethin' bout as old as me
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And then I drops off somethin' or I pops off somethin'
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look 'all these hot dogs stuntin' I'm just playin' my part
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Back streets back and forth,I like to stay in the dark
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I pack heat that crack bubbles so just let the games start
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Gimme a quarter, I got hustle I'll be ballin' by dark
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So fuck the feds and the money, they just slowin' me down
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Cause I be paranoid now when I be rollin' around
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But I'm shark out the water call me deep sea rider
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Hop out the lark wid four five and then I sneak three by ya
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Before ya realise you aint hit my nigga Lynch beside ya
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With the nozzle of his barrell stuffed an inch inside ya
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Flood ya nostrils wid ya hollow we make ya bleed like hoes do
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When we plug you wit revolvers, make you freeze like poles do
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It ain't nothin' 'til ya partner's got the greasy nose too.
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Holdin' his tummy for weeks at a time livin' like old dudes
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Ya see down in the alley sippin' on old brew
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It's the East levy road alley, strap up the old school
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Nikes bout to confiscate paper like it was owed to me
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You bitches hoes to me, you'll give the O's to me
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| These streets are gold to me |
