Mother fuckers
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I move to break your ass with my gun
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Gimmie some, I want all your cash
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And get those hands in the air
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And don't stare
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And don't compare your gangster ass
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To a psycho stare
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I go to tackle
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You in shackles
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So run, nigga, run
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'Cause I give you some of this, wacko
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Rollin' thirty
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Nigga's bleed in the big Chevy
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Guns go 'round your whole town
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Fuck, you better be ready
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And if you down, you down
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If not, you're gonna lose
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I choose the side of the black, fool
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Holdin' on, pullin' on
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Your whole set
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Disrespectin' your moms
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So nigga's you better check
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So who's the nigga
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With the biggest balls
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Who's the nigga with the finger
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On the trigger in the dark hall
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So don't stall, I preach from the nasty bunch
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R.O.C. is the nig with the super bust
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So boom, click, boom
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Mother fuckers, check your rhymes
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Call it what you want, mother fucker
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Yeah, call it what the fuck you want
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You can call it this
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You can call it that
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But yo, it all boils down
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To the same fucking thing
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Fuck it
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I'm tired of standin' in the back
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They're tryin' to ban my sound
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I 'rose underground
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Groose, a-groose
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Try to grasp
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This stupid style
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I leavin' hangin in a meat (?)
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Check it
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Nuts in hand
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While I chastise you fools
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I choose to make rules
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And do's whatever I choose
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Known as a tiger
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So I fight for my respect
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Bitches on my dick
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You better put that bitch in check
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You can dig the music
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I can tell by the head bob
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Workin' all these wack jobs
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And keep that shit alive
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Change it up on a grave scene
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I make green
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Broke than a fuckin joke, man
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Know what I mean
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Caught you slippin'
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Insanity is prickin' my mind
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It's all jealousy
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Leave that shit behind
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House of Krazees on that ass
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With the hellish talk
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All you wack ass bitches
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Call it what you want
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Yeah, House of Krazees remix, bitch
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Nineteen mother fucking ninety five
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Remix on that ass, call it what you want
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Eh yo, you can call it this
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You can call it that
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It's like I said before, yo
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It all boils down to the same thing
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Well let me tell you
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I fuck around and bring my skills
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So I can scrape the bottle of the barrel
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And pay my bills
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I was homebound
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With my home sweet home
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After season of the pumpkin
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You thought I was gone
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But now I'm back
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And I'm bustin' heads wide open
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No jokin'
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no need for provokin' bullshit
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The controversy of a mind check
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Everybody wants to diss
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Well, who's next
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Can you fuck with a mind full of (?)
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Shit, we built the house
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No need for eviction
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Can you believe the truth
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And a pack of lies
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Can you see the killer
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Behind the disguise
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Peep the scene
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I bring fast and never slow
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Kickin' my fastest
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To let your bitch ass know
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Call It What You Want
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