[talking]
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Killer kill from the Ville, Killer Mike
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In the motherfucking building nigga
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Y'all already know, Killa kill putting it down
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New South Movement, mo'fucker
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New South Movement, South Lee Southwest Click
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[Hook - 9x]
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That's what that is pimp
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[Bun B]
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Now loving, is the size of my shoe
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And that's the new size that'll hold you, let your shit come through
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See one deep I'm whooping clicks, gangs
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With my 50 Cal. click bang, I'm gangsta walking with that trick aim
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My nuts hang, like D-boys on the corner
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And I could send a bitch nigga, a Bengal like Ty Warner
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I'm standing on a soap box, preaching the gospel
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On how you should move them coke rocks, and protect yo glocks
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And turn your projects, into Ft. Knox
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It just a fo' night, with two 44 glocks
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Now rise and shine it's a kick do', for your pies and pine
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I'm riding off in the sunset, the horizon's mine
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Everybody dies in time, but how will you pass
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In a million dollar mansion, or dead broke on your ass
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Think fast, cause your number is coming up
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And ain't no second chances, when the killers is running up
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[Hook - 8x]
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[Paul Wall]
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I step into the club, in a fresh white T
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Looking for a one night wife, to delight me
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A lot of dudes claim, to be gangsta like Ice-T
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When in actuality, they sweeter than ice tea
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Get your weight up homie, only the strong survive
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Get off the bus and pay your dues, you don't belong on this ride
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I'm a full time playa, all about my hustle
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Demonstrating my muscle, if I get in a tussle
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If you got plex, I suggest you keep it hush-hush
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Cause boys wet up on that water, and you might get bust
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I got to stay up on my note, so my game is sharper
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I can't be wiped out, I'm like a permanent marker
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Boys mean mugging in the club, repping they hood
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It's understood but cross that line, homie it ain't good
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It's survival of the fittest, I'm the last one breathing
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While you in your bed sleeping, I'm still out here creeping
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[Hook - 8x]
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[Killer Mike]
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Take your ass to church nigga, if you wanna learn better
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Join Mase and Bethle-fuck him, I'm trying to get cheddar
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My stack will clearly show, my talent for moving blow
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And it's gangsta music, so fuck the status quote
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Grown men talking, who let the children in
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Get the nine to spit it in, leave him smelling like chit-lens
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I ain't playing I ain't joking, I'm rolling loaded and open
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It's best you not provoking, this man when he pistol toting
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The 4-fiftha, will tuck turn toss twist you
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Split you right down the middle, like a brand new swisha
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When the bullet hit you nigga, it rip and tear tissue
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Bullet bang, turn brains into baby batter
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Turn great matter, into antimatter
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Fuck your chitter-chatter, who's good better best badder
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Let the shotgun splitter splatter, who it hit child or bitch
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It don't matter, niggaz just handling bis'
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Primetime guerilla gang, get his what it is
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[H.A.W.K.]
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Last but not least, it's H.A. Dub
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Buckshot slugs, you covered in blood
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Feel me cuz, or get drug in the mud
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By these Texas thugs, who really don't show no love
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That's what it is nigga, handle your bis nigga
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This ain't your year nigga, I'll split your wig nigga
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Take a sqwig nigga, this is the new South
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We coming hola, so what you talking bout
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You niggaz still learning, we got they heads turning
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We got the streets burning, this is a street sermon
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That's what it is dummy, you niggaz chasing honey
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We out here chasing money, jacked by G and running
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[Hook - 16x]
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Dat's What Dat Is
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Paul Wall |