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zuò qǔ : Hot Boys |
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Fresh. Slim, |
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Baby. Hot |
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Boys. Hot |
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Boys in this bitch. |
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Check it out. Turk: |
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Niggas steady getting chopped |
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Losin they life behind stupid shit |
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Ain' t that a bitch |
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Niggas, gettin' they wig split |
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And it' s a shame |
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Killin' has became a fame |
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I cannot see my brains layin |
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On the ground |
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I keep my 9 on my waistline |
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Chop ' em down |
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Picks up the shells to leave no evidence around and, it' s tshirt land when niggas ain' t playin' |
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Got a chrome glock got it cocked |
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Red dot on yo' knot |
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As I pop Nonstop |
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Till you drop |
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Pronounced dead |
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On the spot |
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It' s a tragedy when |
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I spin' yo fuckin' block |
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A nigga, from |
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BlackConnect |
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Will leave ya wet |
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Fa' sho yo' face is on the next |
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If ya disrespect |
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I ain' t fakin' it, yo' life |
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I' m takin' it |
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Hollow points bullets racin' it |
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Niggas ain' t makin' it |
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When I bust |
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Tell it to any nigga chopper bullets you can' t trust |
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If you bust, when |
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I spray Head for shelter 10 is gonna help ya, 90 is gonna fail ya |
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A lot of punk niggas try to play hard |
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Put yo' face on a fresh tee sendin' that ass to the morgue |
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Better be cool if you don' t, that' s all on you. Bullet Proof: 16 worth a mill my whole clique push dope |
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Transportin' ki' s in the all black |
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Camero 50 |
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G' s on the seat, layin' next to my heat |
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I' m a Hot |
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Boy to the police |
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And I' m a thug on the street |
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Yeah I score from |
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Slim and B 10 a ki, real |
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OG' s, 36 oz' s formed the halves |
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Goin' for 2 |
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G' s UPT connect, bout stackin', leave ya wet |
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Niggas who disrespect, my chopper put in check |
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Big body on broaders, that' s all |
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I know Mansion on |
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Washetona 6 figures on the floor |
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Double R and |
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DR watched by |
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Uptown security guards 10 |
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G' s a ki, 36 o' s a piece 4 and a half, 2 |
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G' s, but I' ll take 18 |
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Got some niggas on my team bout head bussin' and green |
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Flippin' hundreds to |
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G' s, hoopties, to benzies |
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I get my ki' s, from my uncle |
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KC He' s a |
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Magnolia soldier |
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Be in 10 in |
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Angola Shoot out in that ' |
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Nolia Knock ya head off ya shoulders Juvenile: |
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I ain' t about no playin |
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When I' m comin' get out the way |
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Gun play, bussin' a nigga ass on the runway |
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Head straight back to the hot block |
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Flight in a half |
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If I' m out there bad |
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I might cut you in half |
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UTP tatooed it, across my stomach stay booted |
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Look I' m a looter, holdin' the |
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Ruger Or a 6 shooter |
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On Tuesdays and |
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Thursdays |
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You better watch for the sweep |
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Look them people gon' act a ass if you get caught in the street |
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I' m layin off in some room by my bitch duckin' them people |
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Staked out the area, and rob the chinese store |
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Do it like it' s legal, |
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I heard heads in power |
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Bitches want the dope dick children and cop blockers |
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Niggas in the cut with ski masks lookin' for me |
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I' m on top of the roof with a chopper watchin' em too |
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Fuck with me your mans urge get in his curtains |
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Now send ya people |
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To the TC and we gon' hurt ' em |
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I' m seein' niggas |
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Shootin like that heavy on ' bauds and tens |
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I' m in the |
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Chevy with |
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B. G. and our girlfriends |
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Park ' round the corner leave ya gun and creep slow |
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Look bitch this ain' t the night show, lay it down hoe |
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Ya think I' m playin, ask |
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Baby and Slim how |
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I can Hook me up |
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I don' t have time for no games |
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Look here |
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I stompin in this bitch |
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I' m chompin' a new fit |
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I' m bound to snatch a hoe and make her monkey on this dick |
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Look at what ya facin partner |
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A whole nation |
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Of niggas that' s mind damaged |
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Out here paper chasin' |
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With that iron |
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I' ma roll wit em |
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Mama don' t pray for me |
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I don' t back down from no nigga |
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They got a place for me Lil Wayne: |
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See I want millions, hundreds and big thousands |
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Tryin' to rain clout and third ward public housin' |
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Uptown streets is where all my ends meet |
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Give me 9 9 |
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G tryin' to see my destiny |
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I do it all to ball drop the phone if |
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I call See |
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I' m livin' real large eventhough |
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I' m real small |
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But don' t let that fool ya |
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Money rules everything around me |
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Creepin up silent behind ya that' s where ya find me |
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I ain' t hear for a lil |
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I want the whole damn spot |
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I cock my glock and have ya plot so |
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I turn out to the top |
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Nigga be runnin' with money |
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Things you doin' |
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I done done it 9 9 point 5 mil big deals keep it comin |
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Slugs hummin' chopper gunning catch the vapor from the laser |
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Infrared fled big bread money maker |
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Pop a slug barrell shaker for big paper |
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Big ballin' life taker for big caker |
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Ben Franklin, bank televancin' big bankin |
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Bust ' em ???? em, left stankin' ship sankin' |
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Ain' t no such thing like see another nigga come up |
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But if I don' t know that other nigga, then his come up is my stuff |
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Call it a bluff if you want, but come and test for ya own |
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See how quick model homes leave home and fell a dome |
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Roam to the top, slip up and get buck |
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Get out my way, fo' |
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I spray I' m tryin' to live up B. G.: |
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Young thugger, baby gangsta |
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Thug or get popped |
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Off top Aim my pistol straight for head shots |
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I release the safety, if ya chase me |
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Best waste me |
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Don' t hunt bitch down in ya way |
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Or ya make me |
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Reverse the game and wax that ass |
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Stop you from playin' |
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I clear yo block on that ass |
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Nigga wonder why |
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I stress Uptowns the place |
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It' s the best |
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We got weapons that' ll go through ya vest |
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Get left wet |
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Disrespect it' s beef fo sho |
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Got back up, from the |
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Mac Melph |
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Calio You got coke, and don' t wanna go broke |
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VL it Cuz around me bitch |
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I' m doin bad ya can' t sell it |
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B. G. terrorize 4 niggas ya dig |
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Bitch niggas get split |
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If you got change on ya wig |
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I' ll take the hit |
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Real fast and quick 226 my clique |
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Cash Money the shit |
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Project heroes |
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Bout 6 zeroes |
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Makin' records is the front we got 10 kilos |
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Unload reload |
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If ya ball you fall |
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If I jack you |
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I don' t want half |
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I want all |
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Stand tall for mine |
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Nuts hang |
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I' m real My skills outstandin' |
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Kill or be killed |
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Niggas out to give me the blues |
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Let ' em kill me, |
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I refuse I' m down for killing |
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But the one of |
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I was accused |
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I leave ya funky |
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I put my trunky |
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Hair by a monkey |
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So what ya self cuz |
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I' m down to act a donkey |
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In the N. O. town, jackers 3, 4 deep |
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Put ya sleep if ya playin' wit a |
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QB Bitch |