Ooooooooooooo....killa [x2]
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If you're down to glide and slide on the Clair, then let's ride
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Tony Tone roll with Bone on the dark side
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But when you come just bring your guns witcha
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If your a busta niggas gone have fun witcha
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So nigga don't get me wrong, my niggas
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Swang them thangs, bang some brains
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Slangin' yayo, it all remains the same
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Step and you'll catch some buck shots
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Murder one on the Clair my glock glock
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Mo thugs whats up nigga get dropped
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Put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop now
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Nigga that I thug wit' kill
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Pop to tha chest how does it feel
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And nigga we peel caps
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Pap, fit to get your wig cracked back
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Killin' I'm buckin em down, I wish ya would
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Try to get some, redrum, bitch
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Nigga don't test my hood
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A first degree murderin' wig splitta, grave digga
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Diggin' a ditch, puttin' a bitch
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And them snitches in the pit, so don't fuck with
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Them niggas off the 9 9
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The foundation of niggas commitin' a crime is murderin' every time
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Nigga beware cuz here come the Clair
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Mobbin' like them soldiers
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Watch me fold ya
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For actin' like somebody never told ya
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So off we go, to the bloody row
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Tryin' to blood some souls, with that nine shot
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Givin' props to the double glock
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Pump pump when I let my shell down
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Hit a nick nack gimmee the goodies and nigga me dash
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Ya reach for the gauge and mash
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Yell out 187 and blast
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Nigga don't test nuts your luck's fucked
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You feelin' up right for the bone yard
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Thuggin' off with the graveyard shift
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Then comin' up blow your whole card, bitch
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Scandalous niggas, dwellin' the Clair be servin' them chop chop's
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We rippin' them guts with buck shotz, pop pop
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You better be ready for this thug style
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Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Flesh with them wicked now
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We straight up the glock glock
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Well don't get your wig's split now
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East 99 follow me down the strip as we trip to the darkside
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Betta grab your pop, niggas be
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Trippin' and flippin' as soon they get out
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187 you're caught in a murder
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Niggas up to no good
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Uh oh, fuck no
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They never could fuck with a thug ho
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Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock [x4]
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Nuthin but them killas, straight up thuggas
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Rippin bucks up bloody clothes
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Gaugin' bloody watch this nickle trippin' shot and fuck 'em down
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Buckin' them coppas down
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Round after round after round
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Bloody bodies badges spread out on the ground
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Ain't no sound, just them demons screamin' rest in peace
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I guess you got ta suffer
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Ready to pip hollow point tip, got your wig split
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They made your body
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Once you hunt my victims on a mission
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Flippin' livin' on a darker side
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Creepin' on your homicide
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Let my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by,
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Boogie Nikke's on a night ride
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Thuggin through my thuggish ass hood at night, with my pipe
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Thuggin down the double glock
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Tryin' to get my serve on
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Watchin' my back while six-five try to roll on
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But one to the suckas head and two up in his body
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Now peep my creep I eat the reefer smoke all up inside me
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We jumpin' up rough from the hood
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We bailin' we thuggin' we lookin' like crooks
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Could tell we be fatal, ready to roll
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Know we willing and able
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Rollin' with Ruthless bitch betta check my label
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Murda dem, never come again
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When the scandalous niggas set up
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Bloody nigga trues be on my level
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Eighty eight and ten five is the soldiers ghetto
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Nigga don't take the wrong turn
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or you will enter the hood and were spittin
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so cover your dome
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At a cut where the thugs and hustlas roam
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Cleveland Browns
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Dogg Pound hoes, it's on
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Let's begin in the mix, of a Clair player
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You're liable to get your wigs split and dumped in a ditch bitch
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Cause them thugs, sendin' them slugs
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Leavin' em off in the cut in a puddle of blood say what
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Don't make me go in my trench
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Nigga ya got me bent
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All fucked up,your luck's up, you gotta get sent
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To your gravesite as John Doe for fuckin wit those...
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It's them thugs runnin' amuck,
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on none but a slug all up in the territory
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Never divide, go nationwide with the buck buck
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So where you at where you at
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I'm strapped and ready ta snap n yank a nigga's neck back
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puttin em Koo
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Shotz To Tha Double Glock
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