[Bizzy:]
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Loose!
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Sippin on gin, fuck juice,
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A hundred percent brew,
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The gankin for my bankin keeps you shankin wit a deuce, deuce,
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So easy when me pull me lead off,
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No one's allowed,
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When you see me nigga, keep your head up,
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No need to bow,
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We say fuck you now,
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Let loose the strays and i get em,
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Bet you'll catch em, forget em,
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snatch AK's and I lit em,
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So....Speed em up, dont catch the buck and dont you fucks wit me,
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Eazy E on the gank move,
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I ganked you, so easily,
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Fools. Slipped up,
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Now whos' got they dick up your shit,
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Flipped the script, slipped a little RIP and set trick.
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[Flesh:]
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Just think about all the past times,
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Stack sneakin the gun, Im blastin up in your car so,
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The glock glock goes pop,
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And I might drop the bombs, disaster when I'm rollin,
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I keep the gun I'm holdin in a me trench and,
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Dont mention, Im a lunatic, "click",
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Runnin me dick in,
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They cocked, they plot,
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Say who know when, but me be fuckin,
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Thats right, I chopp,
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Me be the punk who calling me bluffing...
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[Bizzy:]
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It shouldnt a went wrong,
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All done, when the RIP pump that pistol grip,
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Thugged out on a 187,
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Where the niggas, they temple split,
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Hit em up, get em up,
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nigga dont get caught runnin with them hoods and,
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Be nothing but thugs and slugs and drugs,
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Be running off in my hood and nigga dont fuck with the glock glock,
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Gotta drop for the pop of the buckshot,
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You see me hangin and bangin and naming,
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Nigga dont test, that gauge's cocked,
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They drop the top,
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Me bloody me jackedt when buckin the pap pap,
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No need of a word when you served,
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You heard it when i clacked that gat back,
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Runnin with gats and bats,
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So nigga dont test RIP,
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Cuz youll get a peeled cap,
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Pap pap that dome,
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better check that temple when a nigga done got that skull cracked,
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Lil RIP done grown up,
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The bigger the nigga, the quicker get showed up,
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Lets swerve to the bird,
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Hit up a hold up, so many bodies done blown up,
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Nuts, bucks, and guts,
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Niggas mistaking they balls for dogs,
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All niggas will get mauled,
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Come find em, pick up a pole and flip on all yall,
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And I'll never hold up,
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Especially when I'm rosed out,
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Better bring your click,
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Them guns run, roll out or get blown out,
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You dont....wanna get nutty cuz nigga you gon get bloody,
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Once you see the braids and skullies,
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Cover that throat, when i cut it up, somethin lovely,
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The thug i be, me,
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Smuggin up in the Land, buckin niggas and
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Pumpin me slugs up in the man, the man...
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[Krayzie:
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Im runnin the graveyard shift,
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Now lemme get down for my crime,
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gotta go purchase a dime,
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Smoke on some reefah to ease up my mind,
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And pullin the stick to get down for the crime,
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Swig on some wine,
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Slip on the glock wit me rocks me ready to serve them dummies see,
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Gotta buck em on down if they come back talkin like,
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Gimme back me mony,
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Thuggin wit me killas,
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Need us a liter of liquor, but niggas aint got shit,
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Wit a sawed off pump chrome 38 pistol, now who ready to get bent,
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Nigga like me fiendin for them green leaves,
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but i aint got no doe,
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Gotta make some money so me making me dummy rocks,
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choppin up soap,
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Split em up, get em up, hit em off the block,
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Put a hand pullin on each loaded barrel,
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Cuz a fiend might trip when he hit the shit and flip,
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Finna see this aint yayo,
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But nigga dont come back,
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You might get a peeled cap,
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Or maybe concussion from niggas stompin that ass to the curb,
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Oh nigga, its like that,
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Niggas, drug dealers peelin killers soft,
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That sawed-off so,
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Come and let your nuts hang,
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If you thug gotta cut them balls off though,
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So nigga respect this,
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Or you're gonna rest bitch,
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Off in the grave and your brain'll be hangin,
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From swangin with my gang and,
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Nigga dont want no problems,
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But then if you wants to cause it,
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A 9 milimeter, sawed-off, a .380 tech nine comin out of me closet
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[Layzie:]
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My nigga, just call it a raid,
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Putting your shit to the pave,
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Finna go meeting gauge,
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Live in the Land of the brave, craze, dazed,
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gotta blaze the maze and never did phase bone,
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| My thugster brothers ruggish never did take no loss a |
