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Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout |
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Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout bout(2x) |
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[e-40] |
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Me and my guys be lurking the streets plottin upside down smiling |
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Bummin no matter skully, hoods, bandannas, bullets |
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Stocking caps ski masks, loced out murder one classes |
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Those new wallabe's, hocked up, chuck taylors |
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Permanent creased five-oh-one jeans |
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Throw away his real ooze machines, chinese ak zooms, razorblades, |
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Jerry curls, fingerwaves, and french braids |
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Labeled him sinner look out for that mother****er he might rob ya |
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Niggas come tatted up head in a body slang |
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[big bonna] |
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Well it's your nigga big bonna niggaz be creepin up on ya |
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Goin for the jugular, niggaz trying to slug ya |
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Catch a nigga doing all kinds of nasty things |
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Ohh what i feel is mayhem brings |
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You see us on the block we doing are thuggin, the gottie |
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Got the whole town wonderin who the **** shot him |
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Lookin for the body, tell me what they found, |
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His head in richmond the rest in the v-town |
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[a-1] |
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Thinking about the set up, trying to get my red up |
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Bout my cock this tech nine and get you wet up blue |
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So what the **** they want to do, |
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Seem like we got the vas of these niggas |
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Caught cash and thought we was through |
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So **** this old bat shit, i'll get the gat bitch |
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And probably blow your brains out |
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Looking to get my cap fit, |
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Thinking they all acted up and while i'm at yo ass |
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I'll probably put these ****in slugs in yo ass |
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Chorus: [e-40 and big bonna] - repeat 2x |
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[e] causing havoc's, sparkin up chaos, bringing the ruckus |
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Heavy metal heaters, mobbin under bucks |
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[b] if you can't beat us, then join us |
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[e] get on the team |
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Street sweepers, grenades, rifles, and m-1-sixteens |
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[e-40] |
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It's a cold piece of work out this way |
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Cause the way niggas are in the baby plan ain't too safe |
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Niggas will run up in yo car and try to take your face |
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Move up out the plan so i trust no one take nothing for granted |
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{?} expanded double 0 chill hillside hillbilly like jed clampett |
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Dammit, us niggaz is deep and new improved like techs |
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Found out where he slept and laid his wave cap |
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Tycoon decisions, it's really too bad |
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That those piatchess found our bills |
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Sit up at the roundtable and discuss |
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Jurisdictional boundaries and territory issues |
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[a-1] |
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By any means necessary, so in your chest i bury two buck shots |
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So who got six niggaz next to carry |
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Off these wanna be's, niggas they gonna see |
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And if you mother****ers want some, then 'tach on to me |
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[big bonna] |
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You see these niggas can't flip doing things that sick (like what) |
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Cut off your damn dick, make you eat your own shit |
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But i love a little mayhem **** it, we can do it |
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Don't let me get off that masso candy and some fluid |
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Chorus |
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[e-40] |
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Uh uh - a element of surprise, gettin my gig on |
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Split yo house in half, with a dreadlock wig on |
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When you do ya hot ones, shoot low |
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Cause it's a reflection programmed in the rolls |
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Til automatics hit the floor |
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Dump, bust, blast, barefaces |
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Strike, dip, mash - like a mental patiet |
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Run, quick, fast, and in a hurry (biaatch) |
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Don't worry forty vision ain't blurry |
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[a-1] |
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It's like military issues, make you wish you never got in |
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Cause now i'm stalkin niggaz like a bitch do |
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Can only ride so long with that fake shit i take shit |
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To the limit with no gimmick in ninety-eight bitch |
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So **** what you say, and **** what you play |
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I down it straight and can't wait to hear what you bitch niggas gotta say |
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If i can't keep it real you can kill me so feel me cause |
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I bring things to the game for my scuzzie |
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[big bonna] |
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We'll kick a niggas door in, hit and lick you brags |
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Now you ridding in a fan, pulled tight and gag |
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Then they pullin up out the glad bags, the hefty type |
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(but you niggaz ain't got no kind of idea what a chopped up body looks like) |
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Then them niggaz start to pull down your levis |
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And bust you in the head with ruger p 85's |
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Call a mortician, call mark class |
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Somebody in this mother****er bout to come up missin, best believe |
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(chorus)2x |
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Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout |
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Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout bout 2x |