smoke a blunt, get drunk, hit a line of that funk,
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now you fallin` up in the spot and you thinkin` that you crunk,
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you ain't crunk, yous a punk, and I'ma show you that tonight
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all it takes is one killer to step and we can start a fight
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in the middle of the club, bitch wasup we can do this shit
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security ain't gonna jump in the way because they scared of this
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implantin` this into ya brain so you know the next time you cross the line
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again it's standin` full of sin when you fuck wit the boss
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biggest,badest,roughest motha` fucker, but ya still a bitch
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I'm comin` in crunker than the others for the fuck of it
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liquor bottles hit ya harder than some syrup when ya slum
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have ya shakin`, fakin`, body achin` by the time I'm done
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legally this isn't right but ask me if I give a shit
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peacefully I'll read your rights and have you beggin` me to quit
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hit ya weed and liquor or whatever else it takes to jump
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just remember, just cause you fucked up it doesn't mean your crunk,
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chorusx2: I know you strapped, but you cowards like to play hard
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and knowin that you don't wanna catch a murder charge,
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see butsters like to get full of that weed and liquor snort a line,
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in ya mind now yous a killer
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Talking:damn man goddamn paul man you might have to slow this motha` fucker down a
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little bit man I'm on that syrup man I'm high and I'm drunk man you need to
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slow down
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Verse 2: I'm not scared of you just cause you came in actin` a damn fool
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runnin` lip talkin` shit, bet you wouldn't without ya tool
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now ya hard very hard ballin` down the boulevard, pissy pants doin` ya dance
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I'm behind ya in a faster car, weak as water so is yo mama, father and ya
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faculty, quickly sauder up yo lips so you can't trip or speak of me
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watch me creep up from the back wit gats and pick you off by ones, had to
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repaint the walls wit ya while ya smokin on ya blunt,hate to be the one to show you that drugs kill and thats a fact,but I love that I am the one who put the bullet in your back, next time when you step
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to the plate come back and just let it rip, stead of bitchin` out I thought
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you crunk, you ran back to ya whip, holy ghost is up in ya when you see me you fade
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away, makin` fun of all you cowards powered by a pack of bay
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hopefully one day you'll find out in the end you just a bitch
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until then just keep on drinkin` smokin` snortin` up some shit
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chorusx2...fade out
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I Know You Strapped
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| Lil' Wyte |
