Whats up man?
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[Lynch] Whats that?
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Its that prozac
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[Lynch] How many - how many milligrams is that?
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Shit, five hundred. Better watch out for these boys
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[Lynch] Let me get some of that. I NEED it
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Hahaha... Shit. What the fucks wrong with you boy. Whats up..
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[Chorus]
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See - my mind ain't right - I got personal issues
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Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
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Cause they won't find your body - shine your lobby
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With flashlights - run in your spot time the robbery
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[Verse 1]
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Last night ran in your spot - blinded the other three
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Talkin to my A-K forty seven like cover me
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I'm goin' in - here I go again
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Back to fuckin' with that O-8 English mixed with gin
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Back to tuckin' shit thats cold make things rip your chin
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Crack your dome I'm takin' gold thangs - shake mixed with cocaine
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No brain - nigga it ain't no thang to
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Run up on you with the rain leavin blood stains - who
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Wanna fuck with me - the psycho of the city
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I spit poison like poison boy back in the eighties
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And it ain't pretty - the Sacramento Frank Nitty
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The black version - all you heard is the Mac burstin'
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[Chorus]
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My mind ain't right - I got personal issues
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Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
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My mind ain't right - I got personal issues
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Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
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Cause they wont find your body - shine your lobby
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With flashlights - run in your spot time the robbery
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Six minutes to get in and out - play time
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Run up in your house with the toys - don't say nuthin'
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[Verse 2]
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See somethin' ain't right - I'mma need some prozac nigga
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Mentally off balance and it shows in my tracks nigga
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Smokin' on a pack of cigarettes and malt liquor
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Put your brains on a plate for dinner - like Dr. Lector
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Red spot your sweats up - only one slice and your necks cut
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Squirtin' out that red stuff - all over your dinette stuff
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Drippin' into your living room - Im dippin' through your stash
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Wheres my cash - don't make me take it out your ass
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Don't make me take it out on your family - fuck your thug homies
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Who mug on me - I plug homies with slugs homie
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Thought you really knew me but you - don't even know me
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All you know is I drink O-E - thats from the songs nigga
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You fuckin' with the wrong nigga bout to get touched up
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Like car paint - O-E and weed - is how my breath stank
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Spittin' at your war tank - for the more bank
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Thats the only reason what you niggaz think - I got problems
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[Chorus]
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My mind ain't right - I got personal issues
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Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
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My mind ain't right - I got personal issues
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Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
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Cause they wont find your body - shine your lobby
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With flashlights - run in your spot time the robbery
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Six minutes to get in and out - play time
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Run up in your house with the toys - don't say nuthin'
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(shhhhh)
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[Verse 3]
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Post your comments here - on my motherfuckin' nutsack
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So fuck that nigga - I put his guts in a black sack
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And in the back of the black S-U - ever since I was a test tube baby
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I been sicker than Reservoir Dogs with the rabies
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Just - smother it in gravy it'll work for me - but you forgot
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Niggaz better pay me I don't work for free
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Mix the O-8 and the gin and I'm like Hercules
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Bout to - hurt your knees with these two two-threes
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Make you hop like - Ju Ju Bees right off the motherfuckin' canvas
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Its like liver and chitlins you niggaz can't stand this
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I deliver the rip spit shit - that get ridda bitch quick shit
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Hit niggaz with tips and split shit in half like citrus
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And I dips dips - to the honeycomb - money gone
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Now these niggaz mad 'cause I own shit and release my own shit
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And got chrome grips and hollow tips - pointed at your face
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Open your mouth - straight - ointment to the face
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[Chorus]
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Cause my mind ain't right - I got personal issues
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Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
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My mind ain't right - I got personal issues
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Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
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Cause they wont find your body - shine your lobby
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With flashlights - run in your spot time the |