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作曲 : Anybody Killa ... |
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Psychopathic |
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Twiztid and blaze running with a motherfucking hatchet |
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And only the three-6 could match it |
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So uh, tell me where it's at |
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[jamie madrox] |
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Now where it's going down? |
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Now where it's at home boy? |
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(what? what, what?!?) |
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Now where it's going down? |
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Now where it's at home boy? |
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(what? what, what?!?) |
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[jamie madrox] |
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I ain't the type to ask questions |
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I'm the type of motherfucker ready to trip |
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On anyone or anything all for the fuck of it |
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We be the underground, we stay beneath |
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And suffocate hoes like you while y'all asleep |
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Now where it's going down, right here, right now |
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And everybody on the north, east, west and south |
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Y'all better get it up, y'all better represent this shit |
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Twiztid, triple-6 and blaze, you can't fuck with it |
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[juicy j] |
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You know i ride with the ? cocked |
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Quick to make your brain pop |
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Memphis, tenny, rollin' dirty |
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Police and a road block |
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Niggas have to swallow drugs |
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Niggas have to fake they mug |
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Niggas put they seat belt on |
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Cut on the fucking cellular-phone |
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On the top, we mob like gotti |
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Sippin' on subjects, havin' a party |
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If you wanna cross the three-6 |
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Seperate your soul from body |
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Wrap your mouth with duct tape nigga |
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We ain't gonna hope you figure |
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Where the cats done hid the stash |
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Or i'll have to pull this trigga |
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[jamie madrox](monoxide child) |
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[now where it's going down?] |
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[now where it's at home boy?] |
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(thugs and killas, axes and drug dealers) |
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[now where it's going down?] |
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[now where it's at home boy?] |
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(represent it 'til the day that i die, for life boy) |
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[blaze] |
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Now where it's at? (drive-by!) |
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Motherfuckers claiming to be thugs |
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Can't see me on shit |
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Wit' chop and bananna clips |
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I been dead, been back (it's like that) |
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Ridin' dirty wit' a birdie |
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And a throw-away in the hatchback (whooo!) |
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Bitch, where ya black-sack? |
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By any means trying to elevate |
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Never underestimate the contact (don't do it!) |
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I put down on the map |
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Twiztid, triple 6, and blaze |
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Go and ask them where it's at |
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[gangsta boo] |
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I took a ? |
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Yo, i like to split bitches' wigs |
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Split them to the white, fuckin' kidnap ya kids |
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Take that niggas wife, psych, lock you in the trunk |
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Get so fuckin' pumped, nigga, gangsta boo is crunk |
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What you niggas know about them calicoes and glocks? |
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Shit that go pop, nigga, burnin' up ya block |
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Fuck the fuckin' cops, call 'em, i don't give a fuck |
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Leave you in the mud, motherfucker, nigga what? |
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[jamie madrox](monoxide child) |
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[now where it's going down?] |
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[now where it's at home boy?] |
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(thugs and killas, axes and drug dealers) |
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[now where it's going down?] |
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[now where it's at home boy?] |
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(represent it 'til the day that i die, for life boy) |
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[dj paul] |
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Let me get a nigga comin' straight wit' black-b-black haze |
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Fuck it, i be ???, get-ge-get sprayed |
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Niggas' eyes wide shut, they never see me comin' |
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Into the back, gun bangs to the chest, when i'm gunnin' |
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Jiggy-jack, ??? in my car |
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Haters keep on acting stupid but they can't get that far |
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Gotta drive around the world if you trying to hang wit' stars |
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Fuckin' niggas be my smoke, fuckin' niggas be my heart |
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[monoxide child] |
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Watch you lookin' at? |
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I can call it from here |
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Been underground wit' the dirt in my eyes for many years |
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Do the math motherfucker |
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You can't see the mix |
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We don't die, we multiply wit' the triple-6 |
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Merciless, territory worldwide |
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Ridin' down your bitch-ass block, bumpin' drive-by |
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Blowin' up your high rise |
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We leave you trapped in the rubble |
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Fuckin' wit' us is just trouble |
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[jamie madrox](monoxide child) |
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[now where it's going down?] |
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[now where it's at home boy?] |
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(thugs and killas, axes and drug dealers) |
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[now where it's going down?] |
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[now where it's at home boy?] |
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(represent it 'til the day that i die, for life boy) |
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[lord infamous] |
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Gotta get it ghetto, drop the flower petal |
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Pop the pistol metal, rip one wit' me |
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Drop 'em in the meadow, fuckin' wit' the devil |
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Cold, but they call me lord |
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Coked out, very paranoid |
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Orgys in the morn |
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When three-6 is on the vocal chord |
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Marijuana scorched, like a torch |
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Full of intercourse |
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You will feel the force |
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When the triple-6 is on the swarm |
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You don't wanna play in here |
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Infamous, i'm droppin' shells |
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Tie you to the rail |
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Bitch, i'll help you make that fuckin' smell |
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[anybody killa] |
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From a gangstas point of veiw |
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I'm asking you, how does it feel? |
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To have the will to grab the steal |
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And shoot until you kill |
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Anybody killa's feelin' twisted wit' the three-6 |
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Drive-by, finger on the trigger, i'm addicted |
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Where's it goin' down? |
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I guess right here, so where ya at? |
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Runnin' wit' a hatchet, phantoms floatin' in the back |
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We put it down for the psycho motherfuckers all around |
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Bumpin' underground, everytime we seem to be in town |
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[jamie madrox](monoxide child) |
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[now where it's going down?] |
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[now where it's at home boy?] |
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(thugs and killas, axes and drug dealers) |
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[now where it's going down?] |
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[now where it's at home boy?] |
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(represent it 'til the day that i die, for life boy) |
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[now where it's going down?] |
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[now where it's at home boy?] |
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(thugs and killas, axes and drug dealers) |
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[now where it's going down?] |
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[now where it's at home boy?] |
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(represent it 'til the day that i die, for life boy) |