Voices in them trees
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These are the things
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That help me vision
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these evil things
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Me and DJ Paul
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We got the hook off
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finna go stee
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We gon' play suicidal to go slappin' through the window
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Somethin's creepin' up slow
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It was a Lotus
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Read about a hoe
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Some pimpin' on the women
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Who gon' want to cross my rules, attention
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Not only was you weak
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Need another nigga drivin'
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I stop the car
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Said do you want to buck em'
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Rough Koopsta
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Shirt I knew your hurt
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Take the bridge back
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Take a bag with them slugs
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sad to see your gone son
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Devils in your Cribs
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It's the coulda me dree z's
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Koopsta got em' scared
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Make prophet me
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See that's what you get for talkin' shit
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Trick I drop you in the splunder
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Cut you up like Jerry Springer biatch
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Come, come who the fuck
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They want some
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Niggas want to jump, jump
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Got'cha make ya pump, pump
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Still gon' miss ya bump, bump
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Off a nigga fakin'
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Goin' to a richin'
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Bitches tremblin, shaking
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bok bok, Chicken
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Mafioso rule boy
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And he will act a fool boy
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when he don't give a damn
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If your fuckin' red or blue boy
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Couldn't buy the wet slide
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Goin' on this best slide
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Lord Infamous don't waste time
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When me gotta get mine
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You know what I want
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But do Koopsta gets it
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Storm on this bitch
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Like some new used confetti
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Astronomical Triple 6
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Writes space on top of astroids
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Comin' to rip up the shore
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We killin' the fool
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So act a fool boy
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Chorus x4
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Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
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(lay at, shoot his ass down to the concrete )
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How long gon' go deep
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In the North
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When niggas stay drunk
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And smoke on newports
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From on my streets
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Wit all only peeps
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I used to scratch
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And throw down beats
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I made a mix
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With real deep bass
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The noise I had to be slangin' tapes
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DJ in this shit try to make that shit
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Tone be speakers that stack they crates
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Studio 9 was the place to be
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Where all jocks were tryin' to get
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The chance get on the tape
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Bein' a fool
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Keep tryin' i'm not goin' to quit
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The club was packed from wall to wall
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The gangsta walk is what we call
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When niggas are buckin'
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I'm still gonna dance
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The third a fool
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Who slip and fall
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We took the club
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And show no love
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Just throwin our fist
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And gettin' refunds
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They might wanna fight
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Later on the night
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Cause Memphis playas don't give a fuck
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Security junk
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We smack the punks
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For throwin' us out
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For smokin' a blunt
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The number ones on
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It just came on
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And now it's time to fuckin' stomp
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Juicy's in the motherfuckin' house
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It's the peel yo
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Motherfuckin' stand back
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Cause they fuckin' still low
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On your fuckin' ass
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We can't fuckin' brag
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Cause we comin' up
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Robbers on my ass
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Should I blast
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Cause they runnin' up
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Maybe it's my premadin'
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No present turn to yo
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With the sayin'
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Saw your nine
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Boy I call that kick door
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I stick those
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Bitches in my trunk
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And now we back to my hood
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Don't want the left they die yet
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But he wishin' he would
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Wasn't in the mood
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For this bunk shit
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But these niggas had to creep
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That boy they stupid
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I sit, I leave these hoes for a permanent sleep
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And now we out to the club
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We gotta get em' up
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Triple 6 and Prophet Posse
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Ya'll know we make em' stomp
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Chorus x4
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Stomp
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| Three 6 Mafia |
