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So this is what I'm a do man, you know what I'm sayin' |
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I'm a get each of you ***********z, you know what I'm sayin' |
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From the bay by the b-ball piece, when you see this *********** |
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You know what I'm sayin', I want y'all to whoop his ************ ass |
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Man you know what I'm sayin, beat his motha *********** ass |
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To the ground like a mother*********** man *********** this ************ ass |
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[Juicy J] |
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See this how ass kickin' get down, your boys get |
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(Beat down!) |
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Your *********** get |
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(Beat down!) |
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Your brothers get |
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(Beat down!) |
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Your mothers get |
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(Beat down!) |
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Your cousins get |
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(Beat down!) |
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And any *********** that try to clown we leavin' em on the ground |
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'Cuz we stomp a hole, until his ass throw up, and after that |
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Them signs is gettin' thrown up, I'm answer to the right |
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I'm answer to the left, we snatchin' your chain and check |
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Your pockets 'till nothin' left |
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[Crunchy Black] |
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I'm a crunk this *********** though, treat 'em like a hoe |
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Ask these lil' *********** what the *********** they hittin' for |
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Crunchy ain't a hoe, and Crunchy can't go, and |
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Crunchy ain't a *********** that you wanna *********** with low |
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If you didn't know, then *********** you can know, then meet me |
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Down foo in the middle of the floor, I'ma break it down slow |
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And fill you up with dro, and smoke a little that 'till I |
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Can't smoke no more |
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I'm gon' whoop this *********** |
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I'm gon' whoop this *********** |
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I'm gon' take it outside click click (Boom!) with the trigger |
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I'm gon' rob this boy, I'm gon' mob this boy |
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I'm gon' call the *********** killers do a job on this boy |
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[Chorus] |
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We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor |
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We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor |
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We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor |
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We gon' beat em to the floor, we gon' beat em to the floor |
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[Lord Infamous] |
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You don't know what just happened |
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You suffering from a fracture |
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You rebel let me catch you, I'll beat you belly bastard |
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You have a bad concussion, from tripple six bone ru************n' |
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You all beat up and busted, you shouldn't have pressed that button |
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You all bloody and bumy, you yellin' for you mommy |
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And people think its funny, quit tryin' to out run me |
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Your eyes are blue and black and, your clothes are ripped and tackin' |
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You thought that you could hack it, you shouldn't have wore that jacket |
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'Cuz I wreck it, smith and west and my weapon, we steppin' |
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To let the still meet your chest and, don't play with these killers |
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They come from those parts, the north where ***********z be pullin' |
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The whole cart, so mista big playa mista big time playa |
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You got the ************t on lock why you on my ************ |
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Like a ************ walkin' around like you stone high |
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Hollow tip bullets don't die, *********** they multiply |
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I'm gon' whoop this *********** |
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I'm gon' whoop this *********** |
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I'm gon' take it outside click click (Boom!) with the trigger |
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I'm gon' rob this boy, I'm gon' mob this boy |
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I'm gon' call the *********** killers do a job on this boy |
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[Chorus] |
