| We free agents, freelancin'
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| Yeah, that’s how we doin' it, big thuggin'
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| Yeah, fuck a major
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| We free agents, freelancin'
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| Yeah, that’s how we doin' it
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| Big thuggin', corporate thuggin', you know what I’m sayin'
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| Faggots all in the way — watch out, punks
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| Smurf, faggot, punk, you’re gay
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| Tail tucked, can’t wag it, don’t fuck with Dre
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| You got no heart and don’t want no parts
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| Of a real nigga, chump, I kill niggas
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| We’ll hit the lick if the prize is fat
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| A scrill getter, bitch, with all kinds of gats
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| I got pistols, pumps, chops and rifles
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| And drive-bys on motorcycles
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| Twin heaters, two ten millimeters
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| And comin' from the shoulders, fool, I got beaters
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| But hands on a smurf when I peep the scheme
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| Beat a nigga up like Prince Naseem
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| What do you mean, I’m crazy like Manson?
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| A cutthroat in this game, freelancin'
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| Freelancin'
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| Uh, back and forth like tennis
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| Fuck a major
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| Thizz is what it is
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| Free agents, freelancin'
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| Yeah, Muhammad Al Boo Boo, the genie of the lamp
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| Ronald Dregan, the president
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| Fuck a major
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| Mr. Furly, the owner of the buildin', bitch
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| Uh, Mac Dre, come on |