| I will rock it not, bitch
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| Remain emotionless, on some Doctor Spock shit
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| Robot nigga, Inspector Gadget with ratchet
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| Go-go four-four blood in your back bitch
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| Listen, I will bash your brain
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| With a walking stick, bitch felt the wrath of Kane
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| Bullets make you dance, scoop, and scrap lover
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| Fuck firin' on fam, we could scrap sucka
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| This nigga said he know fifty too
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| Shot up in the elbow, let’s see what that shit can do
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| You whack! |
| Be hatin'
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| Date rape satan, initiate freebasin
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| Niggas hate the oaf
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| Go cover bloods from the fuckin' sacred goat
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| What the fuck that mean?
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| Sean Price the nicest nigga that’s on Buckshot Team
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| You fuck with me I’ll have her tied up in the crib
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| Like fuck your mother, she’s a stupid little bitch
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| I banged her about ten times a night, bitch
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| She ain’t nothin' but a little fight
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| Kiss the motherfuckin' ring, we on some mob shit
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| Shit on that pity party, fuck that sob shit
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| Disrespect you, open neck you, hog spit
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| Have my man Blizz violate your carcass
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| Frank Matthews, catch me if you can
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| Treat a hatin' ass nigga like Spam, ignored him
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| You ain’t cop that piece from the district, you copped that from?
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| You don’t come straight for the re-up, nigga, always be shorten
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| Always talkin' that bread shit
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| But when them niggas come out with them big toys
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| You be on that givin' head shit
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| Kill yourself, your whole life is whack
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| Thirty-five and still sellin' crack? |
| Grow up nigga
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| The other day homie copped a benz
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| Call yourself a kingpin and you’re still coppin' twenty grams
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| Fuck outta here nigga, scram, you a peon
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| You should get peed on
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| R Kelly style, little niggas trilly wild
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| Good job you fuckin' pricks
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| ? |
| and fuck your mother
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| Push God, bitch |