Check check, this mics on?
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Now when we ride hard we kickin up dust don't leave no body behind to talk, naw naw;
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And the only proof that my crew came through'll be the people found lyin in chalk.
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Allow me to introduce, first crackavelli tha boss;
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White boy til I die whatever tha cost.
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I'll be a lie if I said that I never took losses;
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But I'm tellin tha truth when I say it don't happen often.
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I'll be pissin people off until they put me in a coffin;
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I'm a seargent in this army people listen when I'm talkin.
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Caution! can't you see we buildin here;
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Actin like somethin you ain't'll get you killed in here.
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I ain't crude or rude I'm just real sincere;
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There's no time to worry about your fellings here.
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Here here's some boots here here's some gear;
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You didn't wanna be here ya should'nta volunteered.
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We ridahs round here and we don't take to outsiders roun here;
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Know what I mean? it's a known fact that you can get it round here;
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And ain't nobody gone tell who did it round here!
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[Chorus: x4]
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I ain't them goofy white boyz from tha movies;
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Talk shit and have to kill me (u hard?) absolutely!
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They call me big bill murder all bitches;
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Commin out tha woods with the 30 aught sixes.
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E mack'll hit a bitch with a bar stool troy'll blind side you;
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Tan hide you no one'll ever find you.
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T wayne'll take you to a construction area;
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Steal a cement truck and use it to bury ya.
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Sonny'll make a withdrawl put money on your dome;
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My boy alan vaughn put explosives on your phone.
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When u's in jail put a bomb on your brougham;
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And if it goes down I hope your moms ain't home.
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Don't make me get on the phone with ricky rodriguez;
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Bitch ass could'nthandle vicky rodriguez.
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I'm not familiar with no gentle methods;
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You'll be identified by your dental records.
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Crazy how life changes in just a second;
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'specially if we catch you at that intersection.
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[Chorus x4]
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I ain't malibu's most wanted I'm nashvilles most hunted;
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In my nortside hide out fuckin an countin money.
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I got 30 hoopties that'll come round through there;
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Light that bitch up like new year.
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I roll with them cold players g's in wheelchairs;
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Get up everyday get out and go get theirs.
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There's a homie name d-lo somethins wrong with his leg;
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And they say he'll be usin cruthes til the day he is dead.
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But if he up in the club and some shit get said;
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He'll pick that crutch up and bust a bitch in his head.
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I got a homie name wood weigh 350;
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It's like havin another me with me.
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I'll beat that ass when some shit go down;
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Saw what are you doin put that pistol down.
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Lex put that homemade grenade away;
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Dam saw where are you goin with that razor blade? !
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[Chorus x4]
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Courage strength bravery;
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Start this fight in the v.I.p.
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This story is history;
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And fuck everybody who disagree.
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We'll fight to the finish never surrender;
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You'll have to kill us just remember.
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We don't die we multiply;
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C dub b untill we die!
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U Hard
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