[Chorus: Eminem]
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Yall better leave dat boy alone
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Cuz if they dont
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You know they goin come back on 'em
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And they dont want him to come back strong
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I wouldnt durr get that boy goin
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I said leave dat boy alone
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Cuz yall dont know him
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That there boy he out cold
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And that there boy he been known
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To stirr some shit up when he in that zone
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[Bridge x2]
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Better leave that boy alone
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Better leave that boy alone
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Better leave that boy alone
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Cuz you dont want to get that boy goin
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[Verse 1: Swift]
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It's my attitude that's makin me bust shit
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I hate to be fucked with
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So basically niggas wastin they time tryin to touch Swift
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I run with a bunch of killers that dealt with punks
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Returnin bows 'fore you be lookin at yourself get stomped
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I'm a dysfunctional bastard who will puncture your ass
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Witha mag and i'll be glad to send another one after you
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Without no hesitation i run up in your house and wake your spouse up
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And give her mouth to gun ressecitation
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A niggas information, they hunted and they sad
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Got you mad cuz they shittin through their stomach in a bag
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We comin too strong so its irrelevant to blast you
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We master ready, slash like relatives of Manson
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When you hear us niggas think it's elephants dancin
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Comin here is the worste mistake that could ever happen
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When i'm in my vehicle i'm pullin you in
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I gaurantee the world will never see you again
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2: Kon Artist]
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Honest to god i usually try to keep to my self
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But it's kinda hard when you surrounded by ignorants, well
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Let me explain somethin to ya
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A real street nigga aint tryin to get in the streets
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He's tryin to get out, feel me?
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And he aint the type of dude to pop a E and get drunk
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And wave his heat all in the air like he's some dumb hoe punk
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Atleast a soldier in the army lose his life over a cause
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This nigger dyin over prizes to prove he got balls
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I play keyboards, i dont play deep
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You borrow guns, i own shit that explode when it hit
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You think it's wrong that you hoes thinkin you can't really get sleep
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Cuz you laid a nigga down without any meat
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Well my cops wont allow me to make decisions in vein
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I'm a magne i do my biddin and i do it again
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If you take it to that level, i take it to whoever
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Want to harm me and my family, Runyon Avenue forever
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Kuniva]
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Now people i live triflin i express it through writin
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If you can't feel it, then i must express it through fightin
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And i jus bought me a new gauge and added on a knew knife
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And i strike peopel so fast people think i threw lightning
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Clash with a few titans, blasted a few height men
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Been harassed by two dykes who wanted (?lou pikner)
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Plus you know i'm too violent, to be out with you whilin
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Cuz as soon as you drivin im a spit a few 5 ones
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And i love to Kunive son, and you left a live one
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I know how to hide guns, skinny or wide ones
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Go buy me a long sub and hide it inside buns
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You lookin for hoes, and up in here you goin find none
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You niggas get dropped once, and you can kiss my nuts
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You soft little dry cunts, get stuck till your eyes shut
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No time for the wild ones, i'm writin these five words
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FUCK YOU DICK RIDIN NIGGAS count it, it's five words.
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge]
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[Outro]
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Sifty McVeigh (that boy he hot to death)
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Mr. Porter (that boy he hot to death)
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Kuniva (that boy he hot to death)
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Yep, better step before you get beat to death
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Yall dont want to be dem there boys
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Dem there boys be makin noise
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Dem there boys got all kind of toys
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You better step before you get destroyed
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D12
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Dem there boys are hot to death
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Leave Dat Boy Alone
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| D12 |
