| Yea all these motherfuckers out here talkin' that motherfuckin' shit
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| Let me guess what you is my nigga, seeeeee!
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| (Nigga we don’t give a fuck 'cause we don’t fuck with’cha kind)
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| Once we drop, see you on the block
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| We gon' open shop, with' them thangs that they call them cops
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| Click, click, click, click, POP!
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| Don’t you step, with’cha weak ass self, yes I know you hard
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| Three 6 Mafia got this Memphis, Ten. |
| on the, the, the, the LOCK!
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| Say you real, I can’t tell you real, I’ll put down a mil'
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| Talk that hit, mang I getcha mang, shoo-shoo-shoot to kill
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| And he trill, and he know the deal, always packin' steel
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| Buckin' hollows for yo' chest to swallow, fe-fe-fe-fe-feel
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| Nigga what bitch? |
| what ho? |
| fucked ya up
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| Get up, throw it up, better duck, 'finna buck
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| Cause I’m, 'finna put this lead to 'ya
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| La Chat gon' have to do 'ya
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| You bitches talkin' shitt-a
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| I’m a have to bring it to ya
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| I’m strapped up with' them Rugers
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| So slick, I’m known to fool ya
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| Hollow tips is goin' through ya
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| A bitch that love to shoot ya
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| What ya talkin' bout boy? |
| that hoe?
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| That’s me, I breathe this set you bleed
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| I’m a bitch that don’t start shit
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| But killin' off all my enemies
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| Here I go again bitch, loadin' up them guns
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| Lookin' out for my enemies, bitch now here I come
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| Ain’t no fuckin' with me, ain’t no fuckin' with some
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| Some of my niggas, bitch we totin' guns
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| Lock and fuckin' load up, bitch we takin' ova'
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| Bust him in his shoulda', let 'em know they ho to us
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| Shouldn’t of ran that fuckin' lip, talkin' bout that Tre shit
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| Get’cha self dealt with', real motherfuckin' quick
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| Nigga let’s do it, let’s pursue it if you got beef with' me
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| Trigger molester, nigga test us, run up dogg you gon' see
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| Reppin' that bay, carry that K, and will let loose on you sucka’s
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| I keep it cocked, you will get shot, I’ll bury you motherfuckers
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| This shit I speak, you best to peep it, fo' you end up a victim
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| This shit is real, don’t need to steal, cause these bullets, I sent 'em
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| They comin' at’cha, this I bet’cha, hypnotizin' yo mind
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| I’m known to buck, don’t give a fuck, cause I don’t fuck with’cha kind
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| Now it’s one thing I ain’t gon do, and that’s be playin' 'round with some ho’s
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| Now it’s one mo' thing I ain’t gon do, and that’s be hangin' round' with some
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| foe’s
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| I’m kickin yo' ho ass out this clique
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| Soon as I see yo' ass ain’t shit
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| Punch the clock out, get yo' Glock out, we can handle this
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| I’m meaner than yo' regular but try to keep it cool at times
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| You started war with' the realest niggas, but now I’m 'bout to change yo' mind
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| Change yo' face, shoot at yo' place, blow you bitch into outer space
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| Let’chu know that T-R-I-P-L-E-S-I-X don’t play
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| I gotta' do this shit exactly like I have it planned
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| I want you dead, I want you killed, yo' heart be stoppin' man
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| I got to spill your blood, I want to feel it in my hands
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| And put yo' family in body bags and drag 'em in my van
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| I’m gonna teach yo weak lil' bitch clique how to do a crime
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| I’m gonna steal, but shoot you weak fucks for a long time
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| That’s consequences, reprocussions, fuck with' one of us
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| Your death is signed, sealed, delivered by the Infamous
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| Roll, roll, roll your dope, ridin' down the street
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| Choppin' up that goody-good, and smokin' hydro weed
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| All these sheisty coward niggas, they can’t get with' me
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| Talkin' 'bout they pimpin', slangin', mayn nigga please
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| They mad because that Juicy J be on they Tele-V
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| And have they baby mama hollerin', cryin' on her knees
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| I tell ya this my nigga, that the hater pays a fee
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| You gonna have to pay, when ya hate on pimp Juicy
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| (Nigga we don’t give a fuck, cause we don’t fuck with’cha kind.)
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| (We mafia niggaz, pullin' da triggas, do you wanna fuck with' these hot ass
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| niggas?) |