[Intro:]
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Ladies and gentlemen we don't normally tolerate no whole lot of rift raft round here at
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The Thirsty Turtle located at 1901 Gainesville rd Loudon, Tennessee but tonight...
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Tonight were gonna make an acception for a local boy who has done big things.
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I want er'body to put your hands together, big Thirsty Turtle welcome for Haystak MacMillion.
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Uh..Fire in da hole fuck yourself
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Blew da whole house up cookin meth
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Where we at boy shoulda hooked a left
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Now we ridin through da suburbs scared ta death
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Cause I ain't got no business being over here
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Police behind me wit a open beer
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Blue lights in da rear view mirror
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I know y'all ain't from round here
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Down deep off in dat dirty man
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Good people do dirty thangs
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Hard to be clean in a dirty game
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So you do you an I'll do da same
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Against da grain way I came
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Whole lot a good people did da same
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Mouths ta feed...kids ta raise
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Some of y'all ain't got shit ta say
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But I'll flip da flava, snap one day
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An I'll holla at y'all like what u say bra
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Twelve a stress I got dressed
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Came to da thang to drank some dranks
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Think I might end up in a argument
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Smack dab in da middle of a incident
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But wen ol'boy got up off his ass again
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He look like he just been in a accident.
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[Hook x2:]
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Lil somethin' I wrote when I was off da wall
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All y'all...holes in da wall
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They all... fuck the law
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Grab a broad
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Fill your cup with alcohol
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Ham bone, ham bone where u been
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Around da block and piggyback again
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Crops ain't ready ta...cut yet
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Fuck dat we gonna drop em cut said
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Put it on da market,hot shit
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If you ain't got it cop it
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I spit...ridiculously
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Ain't no other rappers fuckin with me
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Hey little big words
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Big nouns
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Big verbs
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Big adjectives
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Bitch get it how you live
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Talk shit till I find your crib
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Hide da kids
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All is fair in love and war
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Motherfuckers don't give a fuck no more
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My baby don't stay at 1304
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Think I ain't got the mac11 no more
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But come on in
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But when you come in da den
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I'm puttin' 1 in your chin
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Then 1 in your friend
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And when the motherfuckers finally let me out da pen
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I bet you bitches never ever try to get me again.
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[Hook x2]
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Two things I learned since I started
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Two kinds of work good and garbage
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Two kinds of coke
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The kind you shoot
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And the kind you smoke
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The kind that dissolves
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And the kind that float
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But it all comes in on banana boats no it don't
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Gets hot in the jungle goats and mules
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You payin for the dope, the boat,the fuel
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The distance between the connection and you
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And if you live up north the best thang to do
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Come down south...work somthin' out
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Go back home and start frontin' em out
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Cash clients get a nice surprise
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But watch da motherfuckers cause they might be vice
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Get up in da mornin'... go to work
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Try to look as though you don't do dirt
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Stay low-pro and you wont get hurt
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Keep thinkin' they tappin'
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And you wont get worked
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You ain't gotta wear diamonds all da time
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Damn dog you ain't Busta Rhymes
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That shinin' don't make any sense you idiot
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You ain't legitimate
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You had half a time before drug and diapers
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Runnin' round here like you outta ur mind
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Somebody gonna drop dime
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Just a matter of time
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Watch what I tell ya
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[Hook x2]
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Off Tha Wall
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Haystak |