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Yeah, we back up in this *********a |
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Prophet mother******' |
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Posse hoeThree 6 |
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Mafia, M-Child a whole bunch of *********as |
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And ready to do this ************t you wanna ********** a hoe |
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Then wait until you're back when the war's gone ************ |
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You better recognize you mother******' suckas |
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Thinkin' that |
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I'm for the 9-7 once again, it's on |
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Bout to pull yo' mother******' ass in ************ |
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Woow, woow, woow, woow, woow, woow, woo |
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Now when they comes to the hood, |
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I be like black haven zone |
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And when it comes to parts of the body, |
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I got more than |
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Auto zoneIn the middle of fa************on |
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I got to keep it like rockin' |
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Them people callin' it green that smoke how much |
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I like itAgain it's up to him |
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I need to let some shots off |
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It's DJ Paul with |
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Teflon so take that bulletproof off |
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When they jump, |
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I pump to put some murderin' punks |
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And then I dump all his bodyparts into my trunk |
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Play, I'ma terror from the end, |
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I'll watch that body explode |
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If they retaliate |
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I blast, I think about you won't find them bloody clothes |
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Kill 'em though don't you know, |
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I want to get rid of those faked up hoes |
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It's the city of |
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Memphis watch me witness how this ********** unload |
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Rage make me regularly, force me blood |
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I feed ya' hot lead slugs and watch you drip like fudge |
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I'm nuts, you got no crisp, you got no heart |
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You **********s front from the start |
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I want to fill my ******g backyard with your bodyparts |
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Wuss up mista trick do you wanna get with this? |
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Pimp type ass ************ down with the |
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Triple 6My |
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Lexus trunk or |
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Viper Prophet |
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Posse nothin' nicer |
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In this ******' body parts through the air 'cause we come to get it crunk |
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Several bodies in my trunk never denyin' |
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Always high, and ********** you playa hatin' punks |
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Always stayin' on the top look at the |
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Billboard |
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ChartsProphet |
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Posse takin' over ********** now we got you high |
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I don't know you why the ********** you all in my grill |
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I'm stackin' buck on you **********s, sayin' you so so trill |
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You ain't no killa my lyrics leave you scared to go to sleep |
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Sleepin' with the lights on, hoe you cautious of me |
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Me and about 80 mo' mother**********as who comin'4 and 5 vans deep while your ************ ass runnin' |
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We be the |
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Prophet, devilish, and meanin' click so tight |
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M-Child, Orange |
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Mound, smokin' out every night, ************ |
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I met this dude last week who said he slangin' double keys |
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Also had a hook up on some tall and some light green ink |
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What you think |
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I was tryin' to plan a robbin' spree |
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So I drove a low key car tryin' to fool the streets |
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Curve after curve |
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I return tryin' not to swerve |
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Knowin' by the hour |
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I'll be choppin' up my bag of herbs |
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Plus a pure herb, |
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AK's, all kinds a guns' |
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Till the ********** pulled his car to the side and stopped the run |
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Please don't test these murderers slugs |
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I will pump in to gut |
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Scan from the |
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Killa Klan |
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Kaze I will dump your bodyparts into my trunk |
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Let's go ride then play a game what's the game, the game of names |
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Now which, which one would you choose |
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Whichever you choose you lose, you lose |
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First time on the maximum, don't be a trick |
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To see them hats talk ************t but they don't know the deal |
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**** sella |
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BHZ's where |
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I dwell-ah |
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They looked into the barrel of my jet black |
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BarrettaRatta, tatta, is all you heard |
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To see you **********s comin' up in the [unverified] |
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But watch the game 'cause you don't got no friends |
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Droopy Drew |
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Dog self made to the end |
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Check this here ********** will, rob and steal, mob and kill |
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And it feel they don't feel what |
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I feel, then |
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I fillThem up with bullet lead, two to the head |
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Then I lay them in graves that |
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I dig just for them, yes it is |
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Slammin' bones, throwin' licks, puttin' ******* in there clicks |
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Kaze in this mother********** down with |
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Prophet click |
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Clack, boom, doom, for you hats and you realas |
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Mos************erg slug to your grill you can feel this |
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Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me |
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Project Pat is down but ain't no ******' damn fool we |
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Ridin', drinkin', dankin', bodies stankin', |
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I can smell it well |
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And if them police pull us over |
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I'm the first to bail |
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Jackin' and packin' and takin' those fakin' ass ******* |
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That thinkin' that all of us is red instead while |
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I drop this track |
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I flack, I'm ready, |
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I'm straight from very bone |
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To the mother**********a fall out on the floor see |
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Triple 6, it's on |
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************ every mud up in a source bone |
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I don't wanna kill a mother*******, betta get a mother******* |
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For talkin' that ************t, uh, |
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I don't wanna kill a mother******* |
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Betta get a mother******* for crossin' my click, ************ |
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Boogety boogety bang bang, ********** blew your brains |
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On the mother******' wood grain ********** |
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Pullin' the trigga like uh die **********, uh die ********** |
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Mother******* |
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I'm K Roc, |
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I dump the bodyparts into my trunk |
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See me after |
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Killa Klan, seein' that |
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K Roc solo burn |
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Makin' up in my green, |
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Prophet Posse my ********** |
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Gimme that forty glock and |
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I'ma jump, pullin' the trigger |
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I see traitors lookin' at playa hats fakin' while we blast our gat |
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I don't know where you're at hey boy, |
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I better witness a [unverified] |
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If a ********** don't believe me, tricks afraid in front of the car |
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To that ditch, |
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I dumped all his bodyparts into my trunk |
