Yea, I ain't scared of you motherfuckers
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I ain't no killer right
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But y'all niggaz gon' make me one
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For real.. leave me alone, shit
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You fuckin with the wrong one brotha
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I'm telling ya
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I'm sittin in the crib dreamin about killin ya
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with machine guns shotties and desert E dilligers
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putting a bullet as big as a battery through a niggaz anatomy
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and watchin him die slow
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you need full clips to push up in the joint
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when you in the kinda truck that I push up to the joint
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cuz theses motherfuckaz will push him to the point
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that you'll end up locked down doin push ups in the joint
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but they'll box you in the corner
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and you can throw ya fists up and act like you a boxer on his corner
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ride wit ya gun in your glove box instead of on ya
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you'll be six feet deep in one of them boxes if you wanna
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not me, I squeeze the clips drop from the handle
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till your remains is in a urn on top of the mantle
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till everybody scramble off the block like they Randall (run)
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till there's a murial on your block and some candles
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who wanna die?
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I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin punk
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I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin chump
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I don't wanna kill no one but I ain't no motherfuckin clown
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cuz I'ma have to kill someone just to get some respeck
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my teflons will have you screamin like wyclef jean (someone please call 9-1-1)
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but if they ever get the watch on my left arm
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ima have more bury than that guy stephon
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first they put that white seed over you brother
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then the newspapers put you all over the cover
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then you in a suit one hand cross over the other
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next you in the earth with the dirt over you brother
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a tinted hearse is what most men leave in
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followed by a limo full of family and close friends greavin
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when you pull the marijuana
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ima wanna kill you as bad as The Terminator wanted Sarah Connor
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but I'm loosin my patience
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fuck it send me to the island I could use a vacation
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now it's easy for me to understand
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how you could just kill a man
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[Chorus]
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I'd rather be judged by twelve
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Than carried by the six
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My gun ain't on my man, or carried by my chicks
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My gun ain't in my crib or carried in the six
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If I'm right here nigga, then this right here nigga
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Picture me putting my hearse
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like I ain't gotta a clip full a hollow tips to put in these jerks
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I might as well put in the work
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Spit em up outta herre and get em up outta here
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I got the juice like bishop had wit him
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That just don't give a fuck, semi
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Like ol' dog had wit him
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I'm sayin prayers for my enemy
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I hope god bless him before the fucker run into me
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I dunno, what the fuck has got into me
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But I know I don't want them slugs goin into me
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I'm just tryin to live my life
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So niggaz better give me my respect or give me life
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[Chorus]
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Look what you made me do man
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Look what you made me do man
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I didn't want it to come to the right
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But fuck it..
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Niggaz will push you to that point man
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Niggaz will play with you so much man
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Aggravate you so much man
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That you wanna kill a nigga man
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Yea
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Respect
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Fabolous |