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I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
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I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
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Fuck around and kill yo ass (say what)
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I'm a fuck around and kill yo ass
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[Trick Daddy]
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I'm having a supper with some lonely motherfucker
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Some little boney motherfucker
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You killed my homie motherfucker
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So what a real nigga 'posed to do
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Get ghost and kill every bitch close to you
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And you probley gone kill me if I ain't careful
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Probley gone damn near me if I ain't careful
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Now you fucking with the wrong nigga
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I'll follow you home nigga, ready to pull the motherfucking trigger
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Cause I ain't fucking with nobody, owe nobody
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Need nobody but my shottie
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See all my ex-friends was ex-cons, most of them dead and gone
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Therefore I'm ridding for 'em
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I'm putting holes in you cocksucker
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I'm closing shop on your block with this glock sucker
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Won't be no serving on this corner
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Won't be no hanging, swanging, swerving on this corner
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I gives a fuck about your homie
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You can play crazy if ya want to, but ya pussy when I get up on ya
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But when these blades go to chopping, niggas gone be dropping
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And vertebras going to be rocking
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And I'm a..
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(Chorus)
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[Trick Daddy]
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I gives a fuck that you getting do
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I gives a fuck bout your hoe, gives a fuck bout who she know
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Ain't no joking in my game, don't get chained,
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and slanged about my cocaine
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I know some niggas, who want to smoke,
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He want some hotter green and a quarter head for that coke
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Won't be no jacking while I'm stacking
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Won't be no slapping, no laughing, or no motherfucking macking
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Just me and my workers in a circle,
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And ain't nobody and hiding 'round cause if they is I got to hurt ya
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And if it's worth it we'll dirt ya,
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I know ya strapped so I'm wait for I search ya
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I know ya scared, and you gonna get it, and I can feel yo ass
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Put this thing inside your head and I'm kill yo ass
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(Chorus) x4
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K*ll Your A**
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Trick Daddy |