[Deuce:]
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Haha,
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You fucking pussies,
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I'mma fuck wit' 'em a lil on this one,
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Just a little,
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You fucking posers!
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[Chorus:]
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You know we don't stop,
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Reloadin' while we hit the top,
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I get down cause thats my job,
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Y'all better learn to Walk the Walk!
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You know we don't stop,
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Reloadin' while we hit the top,
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I get down cause thats my job,
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Y'all better learn to Walk the Walk!
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[Deuce:]
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There's nothing you can do that'll make me angry,
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You can say the same shit but I'll do it, the same thing,
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HU paved the way to make you crazy,
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Maybe I was sent here to make you take it in the ass,
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I'm back, it's Deuce *Yoo-hoo*,
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You can tell that slut Ke$ha to shoo shoo,
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Boo boo did I make you hate me,
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Who knew that I'd be the one who made it!
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Take this bitch, 'course I'mma rapist,
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I'm Satan mixed with a lil Dre,
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Its like a little game for you to say my name quick,
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Cause I'mma renegade, no, I'm public enemy,
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You're a centipede, I'm the fire with the melody,
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Remember me? I'm a true OG,
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On your knees bitch, I'mma make you eat this,
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Don't speak when you're suckin' on my penis trick!
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[Chorus]
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[Gadget (Kinda Major):]
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Just get it to the jet and I'll slap this shit,
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Outa every motherfucka think they rappin's sick,
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You ain't as sick, I'm the sickest prick, axe my bitch,
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I Fucked the world gave a, got from my rashy dick,
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She traded me crabs and syphilis but homie that's not it,
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Got herpes too on purpose dude,
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I knew she had this shit,
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So what the fuck you gonna do to a masochist who's mad and pissed,
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Crazy, angry adjectives,
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Can't describe it, just divide it, our lives we did,
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9 Lives, I killed myself, it's not an accident, fuck,
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It's like a terrorist, bombs strapped to my chest,
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Maybe I'll go play with razors while I slash my wrist,
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I'm dangerous on the stage, you had mic,
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I snatched that shit,
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Charlie Scene's (reversed) probably mean,
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But I ain't mad at the kid,
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Deuce just put me in the booth,
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I'm better and faster him,
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Tell the truth, you had to look at someone fatter or slim.
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[Chorus]
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[Deuce:]
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*Let's Go*
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I got that .45 (45),
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Tucked under my seat that's right (that's right),
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I keep them pistols right by my side,
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'Case these fucks wanna die (you wanna die?),
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You know you can't deny (you can't deny),
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When the bullets go off they fly (they fly),
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Straight through your brain I make 'em look nice (so nice),
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We gonna have a lot of fun tonight.
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[Gadget:]
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Yeah I'm young but I'm still an OG,
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Deuce may not but your girlfriends know me,
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Dynamite hot, so they tryin' to blow me,
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I'mma ticket to the top, shit on all rappers below me.
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[Chorus]
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[Deuce:]
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Bitch!
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Walk The Walk
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Deuce |