[Monoxide Child]
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Psychopathic
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Twiztid and Blaze running with a motherfucking hatchet
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And only the Three-6 could match it
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So uh, tell me where it's at
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[Jamie Madrox]
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Now where it's going down?
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Now where it's at home boy?
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(What? What, what?!?)
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Now where it's going down?
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Now where it's at home boy?
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(What? What, what?!?)
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[Jamie Madrox]
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I ain't the type to ask questions
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I'm the type of motherfucker ready to trip
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On anyone or anything all for the fuck of it
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We be the underground, we stay beneath
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And suffocate hoes like you while y'all asleep
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Now where it's going down, right here, right now
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And everybody on the North, East, West and South
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Y'all better get it up, y'all better represent this shit
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Twiztid, Triple 6 and Blaze, you can't fuck with it
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[Juicy J]
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You know I ride with a tote cocked
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Quick to make your brain pop
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Memphis, Tenn we rollin' dirty
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Police settin a road block
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Niggas have to swallow drugs
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Niggas have to fake they mug
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Niggas put they seat belt on
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Cuttin the fucking cellular phone
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On the town, we mob like Gotti
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Sippin' on Syrup just havin' a party
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If you wanna cross the Three 6
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Seperate your soul from body
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Wrap your mouth with duct tape nigga
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We ain't gonna hope you figure
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Where the cats done hid the stash
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Or I'll have to pull this trigga
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[Jamie Madrox](Monoxide Child)
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[Now where it's going down?]
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[Now where it's at home boy?]
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(Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealers)
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[Now where it's going down?]
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[Now where it's at home boy?]
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(Represent it 'til the day that I die, for life boy)
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[Blaze]
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Now where it's at? (drive-by!)
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Motherfuckers claiming to be thugs
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Can't see me on shit
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Wit' chopper bananna clips
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I been dead, been back (it's like that)
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Ridin' dirty wit' a birdie
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And a throw away in the hatchback (whooo!)
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Bitch, where ya black sack?
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By any means trying to elevate
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Never underestimate the contact (don't do it!)
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I put jail on the map
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Twiztid, Triple 6, and Blaze
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Now go and ask them where it's at
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[Gangsta Boo]
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I took a Xanax
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Yo, I like to split bitches' wigs
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Split them to the white, fuckin' kidnap ya kids
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Take that niggas wife sight, lock you in the trunk
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Get so fuckin' pumped nigga Gangsta Boo is crunk
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What you niggas know about them Calicoes and glocks
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Shit that go pop nigga burnin' up ya block
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Fuck the fuckin' cops, call 'em, I don't give a fuck
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Drag you in the mud, motherfucker, nigga what?
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[Jamie Madrox](Monoxide Child)
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[Now where it's going down?]
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[Now where it's at home boy?]
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(Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealers)
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[Now where it's going down?]
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[Now where it's at home boy?]
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(Represent it 'til the day that I die, for life boy)
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[DJ Paul]
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Now you gotta real nigga comin straight
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From da Black from Black Have
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Fuckin' up the third word, you can ge-get sprayed
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Niggas eyes wide shut
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They never see me comin' into the back
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But aces is just when I'm gunnin'
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Jiggy jack jack jiggy jack will be rollin' mad car
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Haters got me on the scoop but they can't get that far
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You gotta try to run the world if you try to head with starts
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Fuckin' nigga be most fuckin' niggas be my heart, hoe
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[Monoxide Child]
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Watch you lookin' at?
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I can call it from here
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Been underground wit' the dirt in my eyes for many years
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Do the math motherfucker
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You can't see the mix
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We don't die, we multiply wit' the Triple 6
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Merciless, territory worldwide
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Ridin' down your bitch-ass block bumpin' drive-by
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Blowin' up your High Rise
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And leave you trapped in the rubble
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Fuckin' wit' us is just trouble
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[Jamie Madrox](Monoxide Child)
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[Now where it's going down?]
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[Now where it's at home boy?]
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(Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealers)
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[Now where it's going down?]
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[Now where it's at home boy?]
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(Represent it 'til the day that I die, for life boy)
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[Lord Infamous]
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Gotta get it ghetto, drop the flower petal
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Pop the pistol metal, Red Rum I¡¯m head up
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I¡¯m in the meadow, fuckin' wit' the devil
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Quote, but they call me Lord
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Coked out, very paranoid
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Orgys in the morn
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When Three 6 is on the vocal chord
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Marijuana scorched, like a torch
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Full of inter |