low down, low down, low down
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yeah(yeah)yeah(yeah)
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krayzie bone up in this motherfucker
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My muthafuckin nigga(my muthafuckin nigga)
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Soulja boy, bout to shut you hoes down
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You know what it is, Mo' Thug clique rollin to damn thick
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What you hoes wanna do? die(die)die(die)
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what it is nigga (what it is) what it is...We
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(hook)
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low down, low down dirty shame, niggas actin strange
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catch a clip to tha fuckin brain x2
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[soulja boy]
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Soulja boy, up in this mothafucka,
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so point out the bitch made suckas,
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who think they got enough heat to rush us.
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i'ma dust ya ass off in the blink of an eye,
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you niggas gotta die, don't ask me why,
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but still I try with the vibe
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that i be gettin make y'all wanna get in ya shit
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down to the fuckin racket
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you hoes wanna find me, my nigga layzie bone
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wit pine trees, like light see
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ain't no comin back, gimme some of that, good shit you smokin
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got me geeked up, heat it up, heat it up,
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straight up and i'm hopin
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that all y'all bustas got time to play,
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my niggas, who stoned, krayzie bone
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movin around your way, (your way)
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(hook x2)
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[krayzie]
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We banged your brain, put em in a coffin
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and dats where they lay, nigga wanna roll wit bone get chromed,
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put em in a river now that's how we play.
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Murderin the mniggas is startin to arouse me
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hollow points all in your body,
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nigga fittin to bless your soul
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wit a 12 gauge mossberg leavin you stiff and cold.
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What'cha gonna do, when the muthafuckin
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? come for you?
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ya snooze, ya lose,ya catch this uzi,
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nigga betta shoot tha po-po too, and we do
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runnin wit a nigga wit his finger on the trigga
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when i catch em i fill em wit ammunition
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hit em with the bullet, my rhythm, did it get ya,
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then miss em, hey,
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we down wit wit da swangin, no fakin, we quickin to
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fuckin you up, oh my
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guages and uzis and .357's we load em and
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shoot for your head, ya die
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nigga they betta not test me, leathaface be
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quick to pull out this weapon,
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hey, we leavin em headless,
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respect them St. Clair players bitch
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(hook x2)
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[soulja boy]
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on a mission, I'm swift to empty my clip
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ya oughta be fast to run for safety, man
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tha souljas bout to rip, ya lit
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get hit, i split, witcha shit
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aint worried about a nigga tellin me a fuckin thing
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cuz all these bitches run they lip
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cuz i'ma shift, my grip, off into a whole new level
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[krayzie]
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Fuck wit my clique you know you dead wrong
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(dead wrong, dead wrong)
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rest in peace has seemed to be creepin up on me lately
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fuck it, lets all go crazy, see we daily and we ready
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my thugsta's love when we buck-buck, put em on the ground,
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fuck em, krayzie released them shells,
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i say fuck it let's all go to hell,
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cuz i got my money, my pistol, my reefer,
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never forget my thugs, whuh? Hey, we slay, we spray
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[soulja boy]
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we pray, everyday,
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cuz when i see that you and me just don't mix
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so i grab i grip (i grab my grip)
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I'ma kill your clique (i'ma kill your clique)
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that's the end to this shit.
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so don't you ever, in your life, try to test me
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standin like rambo with this bullet-proof vest and my knife,
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you better respect me and my threats, or i'm killin your wife
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your bitch get slap just like wesley
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don't test me, don't press me, krayzie bone open up their chest, G.
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[soulja boy and krayzie]
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yeah nigga, yeah boy-hoe ass niggas
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y'all muthafuckas ain't ready for this muthafuckin real thug shit
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niggas ain't ready(krayzie bone)we shuttin shit down
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(shut shit down!) shut shit down, completly down!
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you hoes didn't know? you better recognize
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y'all fittin to get stomped nigga
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wasteland, wasteland, wasteland
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hoe ass niggas, we fit to kill em!
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wasteland (repeat till end)
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Low Down
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| Mo' Thugs |
