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Nigga I'm the siccest in the west, hit it in the chest, in a minute |
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I'm rippin' nigga like wet sex. |
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Your sentimental |
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I get the the riddle n' shoot |
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Tecs cut a nigga in half just like a duplex. |
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Then all I ask is who's next take a nigga and give a nigga a suplex. |
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Coathangastrangla banging' the deuce set, choaintstrangla[? ] name it in two blex. |
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It's the season of the siccness time streets, hittin' the venomous |
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IV fulla white weed. |
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And my nine get a tight squeeze, and |
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I'm a die with my dick in a tight breezy. |
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Believe me |
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I leadies, bodies are prolly gonna have my face on the |
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TV. I'm like |
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Jason in 3 |
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D, who in the game wanna see me. |
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I'm at the mother****in' teepee plottin' and plannin' while |
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I'm wipin' off |
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D3. Fifty-seven |
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I makin' em go to heaven, one through seven |
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I make em' go see the reverend. |
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In a casket, niggas get their ash ripped, razor blades and dildos nigga that's sicc. |
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**** around and get your hat split |
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I'm on some tall cangee got my back shit. |
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It'll get venomous sendin' niggas at me, |
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I keep a Russian |
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AK in the back seat. |
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I get the guns from the back seat, |
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Brotha Lynch |
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Hung he got the hacksaw cause he love to hack meat. |
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Heat it, eat it, n' leave it |
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I even leavin' em bleedin' and feedin' em and |
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I'm a keep it that deep. |
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I stay hotter than the sack keep, one to the head then |
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I smash like a track meet. [Chorus: x2] |
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Don't get too comfortable (don't get to comfortable you might not stay might be leavin') |
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Don't worry mamma it's just bleedin' (things'll be fine if you just give it some time) [Krizz Kaliko:] |
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Now they got me on some supa' dupa' sicc shit, so |
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I'm a cut up and stab the beat like a slab of meat with slick shit. |
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Now now now |
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I'm with the siccness and now |
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I'm bludgulent with niggas cousins and it's so ridiclus[? ]. |
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Jugganaut now |
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I'm planted with the ramblin', |
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I'm supa' cede six seven |
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Kill her with samplein', and two of my beef tits cause |
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Kevin[? ] is a cannibal. |
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Add me into the |
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A team and |
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I now I'm |
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Hannibal. |
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Mechanical woe by the go hard and damage you with it, roll with killers and |
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I gotta feel with it. |
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I got a musket and a pint of musketeil, when they find you they be like what's the smell? |
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Take him took his top off, pacific[? ] and popped off and we off'd him. |
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And cost him he soft by my boss and |
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I (hey) took the coat hanga from |
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Lynch, And |
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I become the strangla of ya flinch leave her bleed quick. [Tech N9NE] |
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Gimmie the choppa and |
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I be hopped and ready to die let's go, with it |
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I popped and |
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I see you droppin' everyone in my retna. |
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Send me the docter that got the medical for death row for the nurses who purposely hurt mamma with |
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TriLipono. |
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We told you mother****ers that she was allergic he heard her slurred and her pancreatitis emerges. |
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Now I got you runnin' from curses and hearses, cause you like it certainly because you deserve it. |
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Two reminisces is pitiful thinkin' they can get with |
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Mr. Formidable hospitin' your mental hospital the hospitable. |
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I'm not finished your thoughts are squashed dinner for harps your off limits and lost with chopped genitals. |
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I'm comin' to get you with thunder though, seeing you suffer gonna be wonderful. |
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Sick inside of me give you lobotomies time to undergo ****in' with the ninna! [Chorus: x2] |
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Don't get too comfortable (don't get to comfortable you might not stay might be leavin') |
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Don't worry mamma it's just bleedin' (things'll be fine if you just give it some time) |
